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Oct 2013
I'm short on words I'm afraid
Only fragments come to mind these days
But there's a story to be told
In the few I hold

Far, this one for you, to start
Sometimes miles, mostly in heart

Waiting, not my favorite one
But it has to be done

Falling, you and IĀ 
In different ways sometimes

Doubt, has me plucking apart flowers
She loves me, she loves me not, for hours

Hope, bricks to build our home
Though hard to do here alone

Beauty, on my mind all the time
Your lovely fingers laced in mine

Embrace, I felt something in you
Did you feel it too?

Lastly Happiness, the reason I'm all out of words
Hard to speak when you smile so hard it hurts
Matthew Nichols
Written by
Matthew Nichols  Ozark, Arkansas
(Ozark, Arkansas)   
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   --- and Isabella Pullivan
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