Friday, September 02, 2005

Sweetest Love

Walking towards me now I see,
That she is the one I want,
Her and I are meant to be,
She walks,she claims, so clumsily,
But swims with truest grace,
While here I walk a graceful pace,
And swim as if I'm choked with lace,

When she's not near my heart does flee,
It flees to escape from fear,
The fear that she may choose,
To take the heart of another,
While here a piece of me believes,
That she'll not want to bother,

Here I see her face so clear,
Even though she's nowhere near,
To her I pledge myself completely so,
With this in mind,
I wish for her to know,
That she is the one above,
Whom I would would share eternal love.

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