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Like A Dream . . .
Like A Dream . . .
 
Here I sit, thinking only of you
Wondering what is to become of us
Understanding all you have been through
Hoping to slowly gain your trust
My heart aches for you, and also I yearn
I want to understand you
In hopes that I will learn
Your unique and special qualities amaze me
Your smile
Your mind
Your voice and its beautiful sound
Your eyes
Your hair
Your ability to cheer me up
When you see that I am down
My feelings for you go beyond that of words
And at first it didn't seem real
But that just taught me a lesson
In doubting what I feel
It seems I dreamed you into life
And the reason for my stare
The bluest sky
The deepest sea
Don't even compare
Becky, you're so very special in every single way
And thoughts of you
Run through my head
Every hour of the day
I hope that you will understand
Just how I feel about you
I want to be your guiding hand
For all that you go through . . .


Poem by - Unknown
[847]
Posted by Unknown on Tuesday, March 27, 2007 at 21:04 Comments (1)

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Indian Brain . . .
Indian Brain . . .
 
This is not a story but a true incident that happened in USA.*
An Indian man walked into a bank in New York City one day and asked for
the loan officer.
 
He told the loan officer that he was going to India on business for two
weeks and needed to borrow $5,000.
 
The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of
security for the loan. The Indian man handed
over the keys to a new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the
bank. He produced the title and everything
checked out.
 
The loan officer agreed to accept the car as collateral for the loan.
 
The bank's president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh at the
Indian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as
collateral against a $5,000 loan.
An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari into the bank's
underground garage and parked it there.
 
Two weeks later, the Indian returned, repaid the $5,000 and the
interest, which came to $15.41.
 
The loan officer said, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your
business, and this transaction has worked out very
nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked
you out and found that you are a multi
millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow
"$5,000"
 
The Indian replied: "Where else in New York City can I park my car for
two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return'"
 
Ah, the brain of the Indian... This is why India is shining . . .


( Thanks "Mayank Awasthi", for sending the Story & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Story by - Unknown
[846]
Posted by Unknown on Tuesday, March 27, 2007 at 01:38 Comments (2)

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Friends know what you want them to know about you.
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Monday, March 26, 2007 at 20:05 Comments (2)

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Together . . .
Together . . .
 
Even when we are apart
And distance feels so far
We are still together, Love
For I am where you are
 
You can feel me near
In the evening breeze
I am right there with you
In the wind through the trees
 
Or in the clouds above
High up in the skies
Look real close, my Love
You will see me through your eyes
 
And when you feel a flutter
Deep within your heart
Remember, it is me right there
For of you, I am a part . . .


Poem by - Unknown
[844]
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, March 22, 2007 at 22:09 Comments (1)

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Just A Day Ago . . .
Just A Day Ago . . .
 
Just a day ago I saw you,
and when I close my eyes,
I picture you,
It makes me smile,
warmth overcomes me.
Now I must open them,
my heart aches.
I just saw you a day ago,
but for tomorrow I can't wait.
 
I feel as though my arm is ripped off,
or maybe it's my leg,
all I know is,
that a part of me is missing,
and that my heart aches.
 
I want to run to you my love,
and never let you go,
why does the days seem so long,
when I just saw you a day ago.
 
Every waking moment,
and every night I dream,
my heart beats for you my love,
may we never part,
not even for a day,
you're always in my heart . . .


Poem by - Unknown
[843]
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, March 22, 2007 at 01:43 Comments (0)

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Absence of Love . . .
Absence of Love . . .
 
When love was youthful it came my way,
But I had not the time to play.
I sent it skipping down the street,
And love and it's laughter beat a hasty retreat.
 
Love tried to enter but I didn't relent.
I said, "Go away!", and away it went.
Love came again and knocked on my door.
I did not answer.. so it tried no more.
 
Even though my life went well,
Love did not come again to dwell.
Not in my life or in my shell,
I had really shunned it well.
 
As I sit alone in the dark of the night,
Memories of the past take flight.
And if the true story were to be told
Oh, love how I'd welcome you
Now that I'm old . . .

Poem by - Unknown
[842]
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 03:47 Comments (0)

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Can I . . .
Can I . . .
 
Can I reveal myself  to you,
The truth lying inside
Can I tell you exactly who I am,
Without omitting anything
Can I tell you
How much I feel for you,
Without keeping even a single drop with me,
Can I just run to you
And hug you tight till I loose my last breath . . .


( Thanks "Sanjeewa K ", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Poem by - Sanjeewa K
[841]
Posted by Sanjeewa K on Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 02:10 Comments (2)

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