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His.

Talking to him brings a peace of mind,
though not every day, thoughts are shared
over space and time,
Two years gone by seems but a day,
Each time we talk, I only wish he could stay.
My heart has been captured, it's all in a whirl
Eyes can not hide from him that I am forever his girl.
My soul his owns, in his hands he holds my heart delicately
molding and shaping me, he helps me feel alive
From a scared little girl to the woman hidden inside.

The wild cat captured, instantly tame upon his gazing eyes.
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