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I never want to stop
looking into your eyes
they're more beautiful
to me than the bluest
of blue skies
and deep, deep down
you know I pray I hear your voice
up until the very last moment
right before I die
I want to dream of you
more often but can't
this I suppose I'll never know why
most everything that happens to me
means nothing unless I can share
it with you
the only tears on my pillow now
belong to he whom you know
so true
smile for me and my life will
be so much better
laugh with me and I could
endure any hell's idea
of the weather
you build me up with a beauty
all your own
saints in heaven smile
at the kindness to me that
you have shown
I know God loves me more
than I ever could imagine
for he quietly gave me you
with no fan fair nor pageant
just one insignificant night
you sought me out
in what seemed like
one hapless, mediocre encounter
and now that same woman
whose mind you mined for
knowledge
you bloody well own her............
(May 26, 2012 350am)