I think I've looked at your picture
About a million times
It always seems your smile
Is like a beacon light that shines
When you move your lips to speak
It's music to my ears
When you go away
That's when I want you here
For so I have watched you
But always from afar
To me you are like watching
The heavens brightest star
Now, I don't want to own you
Or control your life
All that I am looking for
Is just someone who's nice
3-8-14/RjH
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