if i had but one chance,
i would drown in your flowering eyes,
and lay my head to rest;
i would let you under my skin,
just so you could tell me
what you thought about it all.
and, well, hello there!
how are you doing?
really? me too.
can i tell you something?
are you sure? you don't mind?
well, i love it when you smile.
i have yet to hear you laugh,
although, i'm sure i'll love that, too.
i am devoured, the way our thoughts
seem to transform, combine,
and run so far away;
i would be taken,
for everything you are
and for everything you've ever wanted to be. |
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