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Something I Wrote

  • Posted by: J T
  • Created: March 29, 2020
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To know her is to want her, To desire her, to feel her, To remember her smell, Her voice, her smile. Is it enough? Her friendship, her laugh, To know her love, To know her and feel her. To imagine another life, In which we are, To wish for that, More than anything else. No softer lips have I ever, A more perfect fit has never, Her hand in mine, Two halves a whole make. The more I have, The more I want, Knowing it cannot be, But desperately needing. The right girl, The wrong time, My love, my heart, Forever hers. So each day I commit, To strive, to endeavor, To make the most, Of our short time left. She holds my heart, Her perfect hands, And I forever, Will wait for her. She is mine, And I am hers, In another life, Of this I’m sure.

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