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May 2014
When I look in his eyes
I see all what I do
I see his soul
I see me.

When he speaks
It's like everything stops to listen.
You have to listen- no matter what

When he's actually serious
You know there's no going back.
He'll throw you a bone
You just have to be willing to go get it.

When he plays,
You can't help but feel intimidated
You can't breathe standing next to him
He is like a god

When he sings,
Oh, how my heart melts
Help me, I think I'm drowning.

he left an imprint
On my heart
On my soul
On mind

*if only I could tell him that
I'm sorry- there are many things I wish I could tell you. But I don't think I'd be able to.... I'm sorry
Caitlin
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Caitlin  America
(America)   
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