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He Was There

He was there
The moon clouded over me
and made my soul unravel
I wanted the nerve to tell him
but my voice was in despair
he loved that beauty not me
so my hopes hung in the air

He was there
In the back the crickets sang
and urged me on
The wolf howled and taunted me no
but in my mind, my love was on the line
ambition paralleled and intertwined

He was there
I felt the pace and the beat
I had to do it now!
or consider it defeat
The metronome had its time
I told him aloud with my own rhyme
I looked

He was there
The heat rushed all within
I felt the joy through my tears
He had heard me, and his eyes gazed in
A moment passed, nothing less
He was there, and I had finally confessed

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