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Watching You

these quite moments when you let me watch you,
have made my days like flower dews on a bright morning
such gentle caresses of rain from a clearing fog,
ushering in sunrise as if it were a window to a secret garden.

a cup of coffee on the table, a book in one hand,
and then there's you, right there in front of me.
what makes these moments so sublimely precious
is that by doing nothing, you spring colors in my heart.


idle moments that were just passing times of nothingness,
i now spend watching you as an eager child in awe.
the delight is never tiring and always seems anew,
addictive as it is, it is never consuming - a food to my soul.

watching you, i feel the world slows down and waits for me.
so even time pauses to rejoice in your presence.
now my heart is immersed in the light that you are giving.
moments that i would never trade, my moments with you.



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2012-03-20 5:23pm
@starbucks, orchard sg
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