Sunday, July 4, 2010

My Desire

Desire be a whimsical
As a star woble and twinkle
Sorrows means me no wrinkle

HE would confer me attitute
Make that always tickle

Groans may cause
Wriggle and grizzle

HE would
Power my soul
Fight out these
Trifle and feeble.

Let my determine
not fickle

HE would
Award me humour
That matter me not
It it cold fierce breeze
or it drizzle

Candid and capering feeling
For I always truggle

HE would
Sow me a heart
With INFINITE love

May it be infinitesimal

Desire be a whimsical.........................

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