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When I First Saw You...

When I first saw you,
I never even gave it a thought,
That I could fall for you,
But, to me, happiness was something you brought.

Every moment spent with you,
Brought nothing but satisfaction to me,
Every word spoken by you,
Felt like a new world altogether.

Lonely nights faded into bliss,
Love took over hate and envy,
Ecstasy draped all around the mist,
And I came to terms with joy.

When I first saw you...
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The first poem I penned down... Wrote it more than a year back... And the reason it comes up today... Well... Let's just say...

When I First Saw You :)...
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  1. Bhavin ShahJanuary 2, 2011 at 10:51 AM

    Simple poem but speaks so much volume in depth... I can connect wid dis poem. Yeah. :D

    Well written boy but I wud suggest u polish dis poem b4 reposting it. But da bottomline is IT MADE ME SMILE AND IT MADE MY DAY! I felt s if I was back in ...time! :D

    I m short of words but full of emotions! :D
    November 2, 2010 at 10:55am
    -Bhavin aka Bugs
    http://blogsbybugs.blogspot.com

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  2. Shruti SawantJanuary 2, 2011 at 10:52 AM

    Nice start!
    November 2, 2010 at 11:24am on Facebook

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