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heart He talks to me, heart
A twinkle in his eye.
When I meet his gaze,
I feel like I can fly.
His eyes can challenge,
Sparkle, and dance.
I loose all reasoning,
Heart begins to prance.
He talks to me,
His voice soothing and strong,
Smooth, rough, and gentle,
I feel I belong.
His voice like familiar music,
Makes me joyous yet calm.
I could listen forever.
In it, my heart’s embalmed.
He talks to me,
And takes my heart away.
He gives me reason
To live another day.
To gather courage,
One day ask to be his.
To one day have him,
heart Him and his sweet kiss. heart
~~icygirl357
 icygirl357 · Sun Jun 08, 2008 @ 09:00pm · 1 Comments |
