I did not want any gift
Or tasty meal
Nor even the sweetest cakes
I was not expecting
The sun would rise
And kill the envious night
I was not expecting my house
Full of people
I might know
I was not wishing
For the above stars
To write my name
On the sky
My only wish
Was that you’d come
And say you love me
My only wish
Was to have your love
In this special day
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January 20, 2009 at 11:08 am
hey common ya…
Many mre happy returns of d day dear
cheers!!!!!
hve a grt day!!!
January 20, 2009 at 3:09 pm
Muy linda la poesía, se ve que estoy mejor en ingles que antes, por lo menos la pude traducir sin necesidad de diccionarios y me pareció muy bonita. Seguí así, que cual arte sea siempre es la mejor forma de expresión y una excelente terapia (fundamentalmente, por eso sigo el arte). Un beso grande.
January 20, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Y algo fundamental que me olvidé de abribocas!!! FELIZ CUMPLE!!!!
January 23, 2009 at 5:19 pm
Very nice,Maryam! Your poem has affected my heart!
LOVE IS THE ONLY SHELTER…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!
Greetings!!!
RAÚL.
January 25, 2009 at 2:53 am
Hey!!,What´s happen,Maryam? Troubles? Sorrow? Have you any problem with JP?
Sorry,really.But don’t lose your faith,if you consent me…
Kisses.RAÚL
January 27, 2009 at 4:25 pm
Happy Birthday Pajarito!!!
Always thinking of you, I hope you are fine…
Big hugs
Miki
February 9, 2009 at 3:29 pm
I missed you like hell
and I do feel blue
March 8, 2009 at 8:22 pm
Liar! You are just a complete liar!! Never missed me, never loved me! Everyone was right!