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the thing

Stamped: 07:45

wIth brunet hair and Lips that tease;
eyes that bring me tO my knees.

i can't  escape that piercing gaze,
nor would i want to leaVe this hazE.

i miss Your face as it rests against my chest,
and hOw i would never want to wake from my rest.

your love has broUght me pride;
i wish to always be at your side.

tHough this poEm is AmaTurisH at bEst,
it is still a Reflection of my heart put to the test.

with you by my side i have nothing to fear,
for i know that my life is becoming complete.
it is good to know that you will always be near,
my beloved darling i like to call heat.


what i miss most about home...


-SW

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