Creation of you

If i painted a picture of your perfect
form it would not do you justice.

If words could show how much I appreciated you
then the expressions of verbs would be galore.

I often struggle with what to say, but the birth of such feelings
are many.

I am thankful for God creating a person as beautiful as you.

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  1. septembermomJune 25, 2010 at 1:44 PM

    Very beautiful. Love the honesty and emotion relayed in these lines.

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  2. Americanising DesiJune 26, 2010 at 10:40 PM

    that spilled honesty all over :)

    wonderful Steph!

    http://americanising-desi.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-births-after-being-born.html

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  3. StephanieJune 27, 2010 at 10:56 AM

    Thanks September and American Desi!!! I really appreciate your comments!

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