Dedication for My Loved ones..

Wont waste my time in saying some thing ordinary but as i read this poem,many of my beloveds came into my mind..Very simple yet heart touching (: And this one’s dedicated to you all…Some of my beloveds may not find chance to read it ever,but.. (:

I love you more than life itself
But I’m afraid to love.
My heart is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.

I’m scared to get too close.
I feel that I can’t win.
You’ll love me for a little while
Then you’ll set me free again.

I’ve lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.

I know you’ll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There’s a worn and beaten track.

You’ve got my heart held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.

I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don’t know how to find it
And there’s no way to make you see.

I can only hope that someday
You’ll wake up and you’ll find,
That while my heart belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine…

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8 Comments

  1. I didn’t like the initial pessimism in the poem… the rest, well, I’m a fan … (:

  2. :)

  3. am i included ?

  4. I know that somewhere in your heart
    There is a place for me.
    I just don’t know how to find it
    And there’s no way to make you see.

    did u tried to find that place? hira

    I’m scared to get too close.
    I feel that I can’t win.
    You’ll love me for a little while
    Then you’ll set me free again.

    these must gonna b my lines for u my choti :(

  5. the ending is superbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb!!!!

    • Thankooooooo so much :D

      Your comment matters a lot :)

  6. I can only hope that someday
    You’ll wake up and you’ll find,
    That while my heart belongs to yours,
    Yours, too, belongs to mine.

    There is, by God’s grace, an immeasurable difference between late and too late. I am hoping that I am not too late to read it all as I always prayed for. I find myself wordless for saying anything further, Zaini. Rest you know well.

    A wanderer.

    • You can never be ‘too’ late:) The specific feeling of ‘waiting’ assigned for our loved ones can never make us think that they will ever be ‘too late’:)

      Love you loads.


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