Fill Me Up

February 22, 2011
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You taunt me with your eyes,
as we look from across the room.
You scream to me,
with a sweet parade of words.
You live among my past,
but are very much the present.
But when you sing,
It’s a wonderful serenade.
When I get to read your thoughts,
It’s an unexpected joy,
Just for that I love you.

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