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Oct 2015
They ask me, why I smile the way I do?
I point to you.
They ask me what love is?
I point to you.

The world that I'm surrounded by today.
Holds so many wonderful things.
If the sun need a comparison to you.
It be your smile.

It radiate with warmth when ever you around.

If the moon should ever be described.
I would say, it fits that picture of you.

I point to you about love.
I point to you about loving.
I point to you about happiness.
For since I found you.
I found satisfaction.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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