Friday, April 30, 2010


The feeling of racing,
when your heart beats so fast 
that it's almost climbing out of your chest
trying to break free,
always happens when I'm with you.

The natural beauties in life sparkle and glisten around me,
but disappear when I'm with you because I can't see anything else
but your eyes.
And when you leave,
and the parting is blissful and reluctant,
the sparking returns 
and flies to my eyes
and I walk with a glisten,
a glow,
a smile,
and it's our little secret.
No one else knows why.

But I've got your trust,
your grin,
and your love in my pocket
to keep for whenever I'm in doubt.
And you'll always be there for me.

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