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I WOULD LOVE IT





I always wanted to walk on clear paths.
But if I get lost with you in the alleys,
I would love it.

I always wanted to be the richest person.
But if I am in rags with you by my side,
I would love it.

I always wanted to live a long life.
But if I ever die in your arms,
I would love it.
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Ria said…
Aah what a thought, i have often felt this way.
March 14, 2011 at 12:01 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
and if you ever make a fool of myself, not only i will laugh it off,but i would love to make a fool of myself too.
March 14, 2011 at 7:26 PM
Nikita said…
lovelieeeee......
March 15, 2011 at 12:55 PM
Scribbling Girl said…
Awww so lovey dovey and beautiful :)
March 15, 2011 at 1:16 PM
Fatima said…
Beautiful thoughts...true words :)

Take Care.
March 15, 2011 at 9:00 PM
Me said…
Nice.

It is 'YOU' who matters, the company...nothing else fills in for it :)
March 15, 2011 at 10:07 PM
♪♪HARINI♪♪ said…
That waws beautiful!
What every girl wants from life :)
March 19, 2011 at 7:27 PM
satya said…
excellent!! heart touching..
March 20, 2011 at 2:00 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Neeha,
Thanks !
April 1, 2011 at 4:45 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,
You are one amongst the blessed. Touchwood !
April 1, 2011 at 4:45 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Priya,
Thanks !
April 1, 2011 at 4:45 PM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
samajh mein nahin aaya kya likha, lekin jo bhi likha gazab likha ! :P
April 1, 2011 at 4:46 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Nikita,
Thanks !!
April 1, 2011 at 4:47 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Scribbling Girl,
Thanks !!
April 1, 2011 at 4:47 PM
Anwesa said…
@Fatima,
Thank you !!
April 1, 2011 at 4:47 PM
Anwesa said…
@Me,
:D Yes,for sure.
April 1, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Harini,
Thank you :)
April 1, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Anwesa said…
@ satya,
Thanks !
April 1, 2011 at 4:49 PM
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