Monday, March 28, 2011

A Man of My Dreams


He was there near at me
He was standing over me,
He was watching over me
Still he never came near me.

In times of trouble
He was there for me,
He was ready to save me
Ready for protecting me.

He knows me well, he indeed
But I never knew his name,
Oh! How I wish I knew him
But it just a dream for me...

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