Architect Of My Dreams
12 May, 2006
Author: Newage Caveman
I told her to build my domicile
She is the lady of my dreams
I showed her my dream home in green valley
On hearing it, did she gleam?
Our conversation starts in a jiffy
But she was holding still
I was the only one who was talking
Boy did she have time to fill
She likes the word ‘boo’ in the English language
And uses it more than once
I like her coz she is a goddess in her college
Thanks for sending me into a trance
She wanted to see my profile in orkut
She liked my poems too
I went cuckoo like a bird in distress
I was left to fend for myself without a clue
She said she will see me around
But she never did till now
I bet she would like this poem of mine
She knows it’s filled with love, love and love.
I end my encomium here with words
Words that float in space as it seems
I end my thoughts with a note that says…
She is an architect of my dreams…
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Sweetvenom (47.251.0.13) -- Monday, May 22 2006, 06:29 pm Seems like you are looking for an architect to mould your heart. Its a sort of feeling that can never be expressed completely in words, but caveman, you have done the best!! :) Your dreams are worth to be designed by an architect!! :) Thanks for sharing |
| Newage Caveman (10.239.41.13) -- Wednesday, May 24 2006, 09:33 am Thanks for your comments Sweetvenom. |
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