Friday, February 22, 2013

US


A soft spoken word
A voice from the heart
The knowledge that
We will never part
The closeness of a touch
A warmth of a feel
If I were alone
My heart would not heal.
The spark of your eyes
When you look at me
The knowledge that you
Would not set me free
You may not be perfect
But neither am I.
I will surely love you
Until I die.

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