Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Poetry...

I can't see

Breathe

Think

Concentrate

For thoughts of you

There's not a song

Not a sight

Not a corner I can turn

That doesn't evoke vivid images of you

There's not a height

Weight

Build

Smile

Feature

That could make me turn my head

For me

You're perfect

Every hair

Every look

Every flaw

Made just to compliment me

You are...

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