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Jake Gagne Jan 2011
You don't know what it's like to feel helpless in the dark
'Cause you've always got a golden light shining through your heart
So can I keep you close at night
Can you hold me when the lightning strikes
I feel alive when that light is shining on me

You're so pure that you've got rose petals flying through your veins
If I wasn't the one giving them air it would be a shame
So can I keep you close at night
Can you hold me when the lightning strikes
I feel alive when that light is shining on me

You could be my knight in shining armor
What loves us makes us stronger
When you kissed my life
It went from dark to bright
And if you were my fishbowl
I'd be one happy soul

Time flies like a bird
So I made my word
Into a song, just for you
To show that
This emotion
This loving devotion
Is still so very true
Actually a song I wrote, that's why it may seem abrupt or hard to follow the thought pattern...
Jake Gagne Jul 2010
It’s not singly your jubilantly playful smile
Or eyes that instill faith,
Faith that miracles exist in us
And absolutely not independently
The miraculousness that ever so gently
And tenderly
Sleeps on top of a face to which
No being can compare to, it makes such
Euphoric feelings kiss the world
And my heart, now zapped
By a current of life and flare
This miraculousness fabricates an image of
Your benevolent wind, light and sublime
Rolling softly over the waves and hands
Of the ocean, flowy and ecstatic
And the cause of my enamored state
Is not isolated by
The effervescently sanguine blush
Of your adorable cheeks,
Which regularly has exploded
A nervous, yet amazed smile
Upon myself
No,
Although with the fullest probity
I may spew that these angelic virtues
Have spirited me to a place
Where Zeal is my name
And time with you
Has become my heroine,
It’s your energy, your aura
Your vivacious fire
That so happily bombards me
With laughter and excitement
It’s your poison, your wonderful stain
That’s colored my life
And shocked my heart
It’s you;
You are a poem

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