hmmm. the future, eh?
I think something like this.
Behind the crisp scent of fresh-cut flowers,
There is a beautiful girl.
Striding the sands in the ecstasies of love,
I swear I'll never let her go
I'll hold her hand while the world dies
My time gets lost within her eyes
When her smile fades, I'll cheer her up
Then worthwhile days bring a clear, pure flood
of fulfillment, we won't have to hide the truth
In just a few short years, my love
The day is coming when I can steal your breath
And just looking at you will render me mute
All the days of waiting, finally put to death
Already, my dreams come complete with you :)
My untouchable, your heart is mine to hold
One day this will be our story told
The crime of time, and events that unfold
My love, your mine, our love is bold.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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