Basket Of Dreams

Basket Of Dreams short poem

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When I met you for the first time
You gifted me..My Basket of Dreams
Long But Forgotten, Lost But Found !
Full of Bliss ..Thy Basket of Dreams

Its Woven with silk of your reflection
Its coated in pink, your tint of affection.
Its wide with strings like bong of your arms
Its full of cloying kisses of your passion.

I shy I smile, I think for a while
Why you gifted me this basket of dreams?
I dance I sing, I feel like bling
Living my life with this basket of dreams

The nelly brown eyes, the swaying husky voice
Are jingling bells in my basket of dreams
Your fragrance your smile, your love with style
Are the floral strings on my basket of dreams

As you have gifted me,
this dreamy set of mystic love!
All I wish is .
never to trash and keep it preserved
Keep it sacred…..Our basket of dreams!!

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I just do what i want it's not about what people are saying, it's about me.I'm the type of girl who will burst out laughing in dead silence over something that happened a year ago..Unless you've lived my life, don't judge me because you don't know, never have & never will know every little thing & detail about me.I'm a realist, I'm a romantic, I am indecisive and that's about it.!!"Disclaimer: The postings on this site are my own and don't necessarily represent IBM's positions, strategies or opinions."
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Aloke
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Wonderful love poem. Sweet passion trickles down like honey from jar of eternity.

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