I know this girl really nice,
She seems to have come from Paradise...
Her smiling face before my eyes,
Brightens my day like sun rise...
She seems like a cute little bunny to me,
Always smiling and filled with glee...
I think I am falling for her,
But I am really afraid to tell her...
I would rather have her as a friend,
Than to see our meetings end...
In my heart I do wish for,
To express the feelings I have for her...
Sarit Guha Thakurta
Disclaimer: Written for Leonora, a Swiss-Italian girl whom I knew in Switzerland. Loved the discussions we had on each others culture and societies.
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When you're not afraid,
Of things falling this way,
Or that. Because you know,
You'll always have a friend.
When friendship is no longer,
A consolation prize.
Then, and only then,
It's time to say.
But wait, by then,
Saying doesn't matter.
You'd know,
and she'd know.
It is all about this,
When you say "I love you"
Does it end with a period,
Or a question mark.
So, let it be,
You'll know.
nice poem Sarit :)
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