Tuesday, January 02, 2007

rhythmic


He calls me honey, strawberry and baby.
He looks at me as if I am a thing of beauty.
He makes time for me even when he’s busy.
He cares about a silly girl like me…
He would kiss and embrace me like it’s the last night of the world.
He can make my day with a phone call.
And when he smiles, nothing seems impossible.