Jacob Gifford (1995 / plano Illinois)
Light shinning in through the deepest darkest cracks,
like my dreams Re-awoken.
Chasing after what cant be caught,
you give me something iv always sought,
Flowers blooming on a warm spring day,
Hearts molding like the Softest clay.
The smell of flowers and newly growing grass,
That feeling you give me that always lasts.
December has gone and past,
And now The time is here,
the day is ours,
Time for fun,
warmth and caring,
but most of all it's time I'll get to spend with you,
Vasting in all feelings but blue,
And now I get on my knee,
Asking you to spend forever with me,
Sliding it around your finger,
the shiniest most beautiful ring,
The time is here,
The time is spring.
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