I stood in the morning mist
held out my hand thought
cold and bitter has
my heart grown
Scars of the past somehow
I've let control me Fear keeps
my heart from harm But a
man i met
Was right when he said i
was scared I just refused
to see the truth Now sitting
on the ground in the morning
mist
With green eyes an tears
of blue.How do i tell this
man he is my dream come
true Maybe its to late I
don't know
If by chance he reads this
poem an his heart is true
Then a dozen rose I'll
receive with a note How
i love thee
From that moment my
heart an love will belong
to him for all eternity
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