I Love... Poem by priya lakshmi

I love...I love...I love to sing,
my feets tap to the music, ting-a-ling-ling.

I love...I love...I love to dream,
that the world is serene enveloped by a cosy stream.

I love...I love...I love everybody whom I meet,
for everyone's special with a different style to greet.

I love...I love...I love secrecy,
because it brings people closer and develops privacy.

I love...I love...I love to listen to my heart,
as the mind's always diplomatic and causes one to depart.

I love...I love...I love to try,
to help everyone in need so that nobody could cry.

I love...I love...I love reading books,
since they provide me knowledge about great people and crooks.

I love...I love...I love to learn from my mistakes,
it scars my memory for eternity and prevents repetition-whatever it takes.

I love...I love...I love to enjoy every moment,
for life is very short with so many things to experiment.

I love...I love...I love to meditate,
it rejoices my senses and helps me concentrate.

I love...I love...I love to go wild,
as it gives me immense pleasure and the innocence of a child.

I love...I love...I love to draw and paint,
it projects a picture of my thoughts with colours bright or faint.