The Love

November 13, 2007
Every time i think of your face,
my mind wonders off to a magical place,
where hopes and dreams will become true,
but its only because i'm with you,
i think about you all so much,
i truly wish that i could touch,
the skin upon your beautiful face,
or that shirt you have threaded with lace,
anything for you my love,
who must have been sent down from above,
came down from the heavens past the sky,
i hope i am with you until i die,
how could something so wonderful be,
it fills my head with curiosity,
although i believe,
all i need to know i the love,
between me and you-the angel from above.

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