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Jun 2010
Gentle? Who me?
Even the simplest of the lambs
Now realizes  that I'm no angel.
To be sure, I've made my fair share of mistakes.
Like when I kissed you that night.
Even the stars stood still for that.

Nightly I wrapped myself in your arms.
I the young innocent, you the lion tamer.
Gods, we were so pure.
How can you ever expect things to be better.
Too late we realized our mistake.

Love believes in no one, I think
Only in those who believe in it.
Very stubborn, this thing called love.
Even lambs feel the sting of arrows.

So true to my heart I frolic
Eventually down that shoddy shifty road.
Exacting my revenge on relationships
Showing that I'm the boss by falling in love again.

And for that last second, I breathe you in.
Lover, wrapped in my arms and I'll not let you go.
Love can't you hear me, I'm not ready yet.

Gentle night, love sees all.
Melissa Hardie
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Melissa Hardie
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