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Jan 2013
Each morn, as I rise with the sun,
I wait, only for the One.
The angel of my dreams,
The vanquisher of screams.
The moon on a starless night,
A truly stunning sight.
All I have is hers,
And all I want is her.
I am nourished by her smile,
For which I would travel miles.
But words can never truly express
The amount of love that I address.
Written by
Sterling Sakach
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