SOURCE : frm a fwd msg When I think of you... Even the dried flowers become.... ....more fragrant ?? Even the wild storm become..... .....tiny pat on me?? When I dream of you........... The sharpen stones on my ways... .....become shining sands.. The broken pieces of my mind... .....become glittering stars.... The tiny hut of mine become...... ......glazing shrines... When I touch you...... The shining dimples in your cheek .....become golden clues... The greedy rosy lips become ......shivering peg of wines... And I can't!!!, I can't tell you more ...... and more, I want to keep.... Those very close to my mind..... sonia
