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Aug 2014
I feel so lovely.
I feel so free.
Oh, I can feel his hand.
He's touching me.

He looks into my eyes,
And his hand, it is on my knee.
Oh his eyes, I look so deeply into his eyes.
This, frightens me.

For so long I have been on my own,
And to be now no longer all alone.
Oh, to open my heart to him, as if it was a home.
This, frightens me.

At first, it makes me smile.
But then, within such a little while,
I feel the fear.
I feel a tear.
I run.
It frightens me.
Theresa M Rose
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Theresa M Rose  QUEENS
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