Monday, September 25, 2006

Your Eyes

I don’t want yellow color
I don’t want millions of dollar
I just in love with your eyes
I don’t want anymore love flower

You told me, no more talk with you
No kiss, no look, no walk with you
I can do nothing, except thinking about you
Because you have something rock with you

I have heard that you don’t love me anymore
And you don’t want to have me anymore
I knew that you will do this with me
But if my heard is real; then you won’t have me anymore

This poem has something wrong
But your love will change it to song
My English is only ten months old
But your eyes made my English strong

By: Ajmal Ahmad
July 1, 2005.
Oakville, ON, Canada.

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