I've got a
funny way
of knowing,
when something
is right.
So,
When you
spoke my name
I knew you
were someone
special.
I was told
by many,
I had a heart
never to be
tame.
Yet,
when I looked
in your eyes
I knew
the diagnosis
was wrong.
For,
you held it
in the palm
of your
hand.
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