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This young love This winter dream It would seem I am the luckiest man Alive. I hesitate to say the words That sit safely nestled, nursed and budding Inside me The words that speak of love and loving. You see I am falling Scratch that, Have fallen, Am smitten And calling Your name Alongside the name of love. I love you I am in love with you. I am loving So much love For you. This growing colour inside my heart Is a picture Still painting Of you. A masterpiece in the making. A priceless piece of beauty tied by An endless string of dreams. This surreal happiness. Nothing is as it seems. I check myself hourly With a pinch To ensure I'm not dreaming And that this Extraordinary feeling Is real. Upside down, You've turned my frown Into a smile And I would walk Infinite miles To return The love You Spill inside me.
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Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
It would seem
This young love This winter dream It would seem I am the luckiest man Alive. I hesitate to say the words That sit safely nestled, nursed and budding Inside me The words that speak of love and loving. You see I am falling Scratch that, Have fallen, Am smitten And calling Your name Alongside the name of love. I love you I am in love with you. I am loving So much love For you. This growing colour inside my heart Is a picture Still painting Of you. A masterpiece in the making. A priceless piece of beauty tied by An endless string of dreams. This surreal happiness. Nothing is as it seems. I check myself hourly With a pinch To ensure I'm not dreaming And that this Extraordinary feeling Is real. Upside down, You've turned my frown Into a smile And I would walk Infinite miles To return The love You Spill inside me.
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jacqe-booth
Australian
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
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