Sunrise...Sunrise (EXPLORED)
Sunrise
Sunrise
Looks like morning in your eyes
But the clock's held 9:15 for hours
Sunrise
Sunrise
Couldn't tempt us if it tried
Cuz the afternoon's already come and gone
And I said
Surprise
Surprise
Couldn't find it in your eyes
But I'm sure it's written all over my face
Surprise
Surprise
Never something I could hide
When I see we made it through another day
And now the night
Will throw its cover down, ooo, on me again
Ooh, and if I'm right
It's the only way to bring me back
Lyrics by: Norah Jones
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A Birthday Message For You Dear Son (EXPLORED)
I'm so glad that God gave me a son like you.
I'm so proud to have you as a son.
I'm so grateful that I have you as a son.
I see a little more of me in you with each passing year.
No matter how many birthdays come and go, you'll always be my little boy.
Happy Birthday Son.
Happy birthday to a wonderful son and a great friend.
You grow wiser with each passing year.
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Happy Birthday Son :)
Happy 3rd Birthday to my loving son Leewaan Haani.
May God bless him with every happiness and joy that life has to offer :)
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What I Love About You
I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.
By: Crystal Jansen
Dedicated to my love Kai
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Bliss (EXPLORED)
God wants me to think
Of only one thing:
Bliss, abundant bliss,
Infinite bliss -
And forget the rest
A life of aspiration
Is a life of bliss.
To make oneself
Every day
An object of total dedication
And surrender
Is the highest form
Of bliss.
Poem by Sri Chinmoy
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