January 11, 2009
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Emotional, a fushia ring
My heart beats, butterflies fluttering
I try to be myself, calm and quiet
but something in me about to burst
Is love or lust.
His voice fills air
My eyes are blind.
sun hits face, the snow blows my feet.
The gloomist day brightened with glow.
The warmth and hurtness of him being near.
He pulls out golden box and takes out fushia ring.
Should I take or abandon it.
The intials of us on the inside
Love fills the air this second I accept.

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