Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Moments On A Park Bench

I wish I'd writtten what she sings
I want you to know how I feel
It isn't always enough to whisper three words
A million kisses will help but not ring absolutely true
A thousand roses will wilt and die
But this feeling won't. This
Intoxication. Infatuation.
You had me at a smile
I think I was born for you to love me
I exist to hold you
Burns deeply. I promise.
It all fits-my hand in yours and my head on your shoulder
Comfort at last
I'm finally at peace with feeling
I found the little girl
Who confused herself and hid when it got tough
But it's a sunrise and sunset now-
Beautiful every day when it starts and finishes.

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