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Till Death Do Us Apart

Hey floggers[fellow Bloggers, I mean]...... Again a long pause between my last post and this one.... Hmm I cud say indolence was getting the better of me.... I just won a battle against the deadly sin and here goes the result :) A poem after long......

Till Death Do Us Apart..........

She took my breath away,
The first time I saw her.
Every time, my love for her, I wanted to aver…
The cherubic look on her face,
Always ignited, between my heart and my mind, a never ending fray.

All the world would be mine I thought,
If only mine, she could be.
Did she want the same? Sure, I would never be,
I had to ask her, so I did…
She ended my desolation, happiness into my life she brought.

With her love,
I had a new reason to live,
The best to her, I wished to give.
She loved me more than her own life.
I had everything, I had everything now.

We were ready to tie the knot,
We were ready with our vows.
The whole town was there, we made sure everyone knows.
When she walked down the aisle and we said I do….
We knew it was forever and till death did us apart…….

I wake up to her every single day,
Only to know my love for her keeps growing.
We live everyday to be the last and seeds of love we keep sowing…
One fine day, the call of the Elysian fields may do us apart I fear,
Not our hearts I am sure, ‘cos every time I look at her, she still takes my breath away………



P.S: Bouquets and Brickbats are welcome as always.....
P.P.S: Bouquets are of course preferred :P
P.P.P.S: If !P.P.S else goto P.P.P.P.S
P.P.P.P.S: Go back to P.P.S
P.P.P.P.P.S: Usual question answered. All characters in this poem are figments of my imagination.
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  1. UnknownSeptember 16, 2009 at 7:08 AM

    Nice as usual! :)

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  2. Vinay VijayakumarSeptember 16, 2009 at 11:05 AM

    @B thanku ji!!! :)and was jus curious does B stand for busy bee?? :P

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  3. RamyaSeptember 16, 2009 at 6:18 PM

    yeah ur back! :))

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  4. KarunaaDa KannaDatiSeptember 16, 2009 at 11:50 PM

    Nice poem :) The formatting of the second part looked like a cute girl standing under a tree too :)

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  5. Vinay VijayakumarSeptember 17, 2009 at 3:02 AM

    @rmy:thankies da....
    @KB: thanx... and whoa..wat an observation!! :)

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  6. UnknownSeptember 17, 2009 at 3:23 AM

    @Agent,

    Look who's talking! For the records, nah, 'busy bee' would be apt for u da, not me! :|

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  7. KarunaSeptember 19, 2009 at 4:12 AM

    this is KB, that was Supriya :)

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  8. Vinay VijayakumarSeptember 19, 2009 at 2:42 PM

    @KB: OH CAARAAAAP!! :D !!! My bad......... :(
    @Supriya: Oopssssss... my bad again :D!!!

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