I won't write a sonnet,
describing how I feel.
And shakesphere isn't my thing,
can't stand the plays.
But when I hear from you,
the sun will shine and the birds will sing.
Though I'm not exactly the angelic type,
you certainly make me feel as if I'm in heaven.
Call me what you will,
but you are my savior.
Yes god may have turned his back on me,
but the question is, will you?...
Only one person can answer that,
and when the time comes I know I'll be waiting.....
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