Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
What we have is something new,
Our love for each other has always been true.
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My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
But looking back now I cringe just a little.
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
