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I write the words that make you smile
it only takes a little while
to make them ryhme and describe you
it seems to be the thing to do
I picture you before me now
and fantasize the when and how
I draw the thoughts in words that say
I want and love you more each day
the verses come so fast to
me
that now and then I cannot see
how I can paint you everyday
they sometimes take my breath away
I wish that I could do for
you
the things you wish for me to do
the truth is hard we both know why
therefore I'll just sit here and write
your beauty is beyond
compare
no wonder people stand and stare
to gaze upon your lovely face
the subtle lines your body traces
I try to say just
what I think
with twisted words and painted
ink
the truth is there for all to see
the truth in what you mean to me
I draw our love with simple
words
our hearts described as flying birds
and every word I write is part
of that which comes straight from my heart
your eyes so pure and full
of love
our love flies high amongst the doves
our love is cloaked within a cowel
and soars upon the wings of an owl
The parfume that your skin
expires
a scent of which I'll never tire
to try to set to verse and ryhme
until the very end of time
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