Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Poem #3

The first time we met, I could see,
That you and I, were meant to be 2gether.
Your eyes were so gentle, your smile so true,
When you first held my hand, I just knew.
That was the past, the future is near,
I anxiously wait, for what will appear.
Everything will be wonderful, as long as you're near.

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