Sunday, November 19, 2006

you and me

A smile plays across my face as you look at me.
Your eyes, they twinkle ever so softly.
Can this really be what I never thought it would be?
Or is just some sort of twisted fantacy?

Your touch sets my pulse a flame,
I can't think of anything but you.
And thats a crying shame,
Cause soon you will have me all but tame.

My mind races to the time we are together.
I try and stay calm but I fail,
We, two birds of black a feather,
With love on our feet, teathered.

On your breeze is where I want to sail,
With our passion to melt all the falling hail.
And when the nights spent,
To you again, I will run all hell bent.
To catch you, which is my intent.

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