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My Life My Breath…

Sometimes I find you try to escape the truth,
You try to tuck the facts under the heart groves.
But you know you cannot hide the truth for that long,
It comes out on your face like the early Spring bird’s song.

You are my most precious gift of all,
With you around me I stand ten feet tall.
Cold like an ice I was and you came as fire,
Melted me all leaving me just one desire.
Like food and air you have become my need,
You are my breath now and for you I plead.
Feel lifeless when you are gone,
Like all the air from my lungs has been drawn…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag