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Looking at 
the moon tonight,
so big and full 
and lovely and bright,
casting down 
a romantic light,
I suddenly wonder 
how it's like,
to be walking on the moon 
if I just might.

As for you my love 
who's on the other side,
how I wish 
you're right beside,
so I can hold you 
oh so tight,
and get with you 
on a long long flight,
to a place 
where our hearts reside,
together forever 
side by side.

We're born 
we've met 
we'll wed 
and eventually die,
but though there'll be 
an end to life,
my love for you 
will never subside,
today
tomorrow
will always be like,
the first day we met
on the 8th of July.

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Natalie Tan Li Chin a.k.a SmoothTan said…
wow... a good poem indeed :) write more.
February 18, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Unknown said…
July 8 It's your birthday.. Happy Birthday.
November 20, 2015 at 7:44 AM
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