Points Of View

This love is growing like a rose in the Spring.
Blossoming into such a beautiful thing!

People giggle, point, and stare, but their just jealous in what they see there.

We hold hands and sit together in
class and talk.
Others just get up leaving us alone,
taking a walk.
Forever, is how were hoping to stay.
And you never know, we might end
up that way!





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