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i may not be a poet
like dickinson and poe
i cant write you a symphony
like mozart or back
I cant sing you a love song
or pain you a masterpiece
But i can give you my heart
the worth of which is up to you
I can be your cinderella
pesant to princess
all of which is up to you
these words spell love
melodies from my heart
i see stars in my eyes
when you walk my way
your smile sweeter than sugarcane
your eyes melted chocolate
surrounding me in a sweet bliss
the bitterness of the world fades
when you take my hand
and whisper
inaudible to anyone but us
"im yours"
 Retroactive N e r d · Sat Mar 14, 2009 @ 10:39pm · 1 Comments |
