Us...

Lost my shoe,
don't know what to do,
midnight has struck,
now I'm stuck.

Running, sprinting, dashing,
I'd get a lashing,
if they ever knew,
that I'm in love with you.

Crown on your head,
if the shoe fits you will wedd,
women line up miles long,
every single one wrong.

I was last,
you knnowing nothing of my past,
slide the shoe,
I couldn't take my eyes off you.

"It's you?" your lips smile,
my heart leaps beating a minute a mile,
"yes." whispered my heart,
and that was the start...

of us...





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