Friday, January 15, 2010

In the air...

The air, the trapped air of sweet perfumed scent.
It creeps, creeps from behind, I was surprised.
Came from a lady of heaven descent.
Beaming and radiating love, she's poised
I would want to stay, in drilling and asking,
The secrets that made her cheery-radianced
But someone was at Macs, s'wah was waiting
So today, thru sms, she shall be questioned.



I sensed that she's in love...

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