June 22, 2008
What I hold in my heart will always be a secret
Unless, of course, voice it aloud
The curves, the swerves
The dips and slips
Of my emotions are moving around
I love it all
The hate of anticipation, the fear of arrival
The I finally succumb
I tell it all like a gossip book
My love, my fears, my tears
The reaction from others, I can't wait to hear!

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