Sunday, December 20, 2009

I guess I used to be a romantic at heart?

I found these in some old papers when I was cleaning out my stuff this weekend.

That First Moment

When you're about to smile
I can see the sparkle in your eyes
And the whole weight upon you seems to float away
I want to live in that moment
When it feels like waking up, wrapped in a warm blanket
As peaceful as the snowfall on a winter's night
And as exhilarating as the wind on an autumn day
And happy. Oh so happy


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i dreamed she walked by
gorgeous goddess of woman
her breath whispers through my spirit
like a thousand morning dreams
her beauty dances to my song
let the music be our sweet love
oh perfect little angel
red wine smile and eyes ocean blue
hair as deep and dark as the shadows
light me like the stars
as every evening i fall for you

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