Is it in the innocence of youth
Or the illusion of truth,
As seen by those eyes
Those tender views,
Yet to blossom
Yet to need

Standing up against crushing deluge of pain
Not quite believing
Never believing

You are the one I have loved
For you are everything
I have come to need,
Every song not sung
Every word not breathed aloud
And yet I refrain ...

06/14/2008

Posted on 06/15/2008
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