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I wrote this for you, and will write this for me. It will be for us. It is a gift.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

You Bring Me to Life

Sometimes
I tend to daydream
To imagine
My dream
My heaven
Right there in front of me
Embracing you
Being in your arms

Running my fingers across your skin
Occasionally pinching myself
Just to make sure
To double check
That the angel in front of me
This gift to the universe
And to myself
Is real
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