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Nov 2014
It wasn't his sparkling blue eyes
It wasn't his smile that lit up my day
It wasn't his shoulders that I cried on
It wasn't his strong hands that held on to mine

It was never any of these things
It was always his heart

From the moment I saw it I fell in love
Evan
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Missouri, USA
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