To think that I was the first to
Realise how bright you are.
Was foolish, so I beg you,
To stop me 'fore I go to far.
Your smile is the first one,
That made me fly (that made me cry)
Your eyes shine like silver,
But you got me asking why
Why, do I sometimes wonder,
And why do I sometimes ask;
Why you ever came into my life
And how could I make you
Stay.
...
april 2009
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