if mornings were like this
cream on toast and sugar sprinkled on them
coffee in the pot
and eggs scrambled to perfection
if afternoons were spent in hammocks
lazing arnd pretending to read a book
with some fresh lime to beat the heat
and a cool breeze lulling is asleep
if evenings were spent
dancing to a slow tune
arm in arm, dreamz in dreamz
the whole world joining in the chorus
and if nights were spent
sometimes in pure ecstacy
and sometimes just in a cuddle
sometimes just wondering how life cud've been
if dreamz were not dreamz
but our reality
i wud be the king and you the princess
of our very own world
Saturday, August 18, 2007
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