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Saturday 16 April 2011

Love poetry


Every time they cut my heart and every time it weeps,
any moment it despairs or can't help losing sleep.
Whenever violence tears it down or stress keeps breaking through,
the pain is not its own because I feel it too.
For every drop of blood that's spilt or tear that falls away,
I'll be right there to patch it up, support in every way.
Protection from all danger, I'll use my "Ching Chang Fu",
I hope by now you've noticed, my fragile heart is... you.
It's why I write you poetry, and send you cheesy things,
coz I'm the angel by your side but you have been my wings. 

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