#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
A sweet poem of new love and longing, that can also ring just as true for love that has weathered the ravages of time, and is just as strong even though mellow.
Kiss me awake with your coffee mouth Whisper the answer to my questions The ones I ask with my eyes That’s how I want to wake up each morning with You by my side.
Caress my back Give my toes a squeeze Move the hair off my cheek put it behind my ear Hear how my day went Kiss me on the forehead That’s how I want to sleep every night with You by my side.
Dream my impossible dreams with me Hold my hands through our leaps of faith Seek what I’m seeking Without a map or compass or any destination That’s how I want the journey to be with You by my side.
Bring me a homemade birthday card Dipped with words lovely, thoughtful sweet, delicious and right. Make me crave every last bite. Make me crave Every square inch of you. That’s how I want birthdays to be with You by my side.
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Shweta Advani is a HR Consultant by profession and a freelance writer. An avid reader,dancer and yoga enthusiast. read more...
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