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Nov 2010
I want to go back to the very first day i saw you....

Let me go back...
             Let me go back...
                          Let me go back...


Who was i to pervert the course of time......
I cried when i watched you leave....
What i felt was pure and true.
A thousand times i heard my name whispered as i drew myself
closer to you.
As we made love, i touched your body so perfectly and
beautifully bare.
Those passionate kisses, gentle touches we shared.
You smiled, and i knew that you felt the same way.
I told you how i had always wanted to tell you what i really felt for
you.
You talked to me and i felt as if i hadn't been able to find the right
words to say.
Then we met again on that frozen day.
I made a promise to myself that i would touch your heart for the
first time
What i felt for you was pure and true.
No words could capture your sacred beauty, my love.
I saw you there walking in your white dress like you didn't care
that the world was moving around you.

I saw you there for the very first time....

I saw you...
               I saw you...
                              I saw you...
galman/nov 2/2010
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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