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Nov 2011
I dream of a dream when I'm thinking of you

And when you roll my way, I can't think what to do

Except stare like a fool, like a kid with a crush

When you smile at me, I can't help but to blush

So I keep staring at you, wanting to be known

Hoping that one day you'll call me, on my cellular phone

If I wait long enough, will I be worthy of thee?

Or will I continue to be drift wood, in your Caribbean Sea?

Should that be the case, let me drift for all time

And in bottles I'd send everyday what I rhyme

A poem for your beauty, One for your hair

Another for the cute little tempers that flare

I'll tell you you're pretty, funny, and smart

As my only truest gift, I give you my heart

So my dear don't you see what you hold in your hands?

If it's nothing you want, let it die in the sands

But let it be known, that my heart beat for you

What no one will know, is who I gave it to.
Brandon Ruvalcaba
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