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But to my demise
there he was a surprise
sitting on my bed with a treacherous glare
his nostrils to a flare
was I seeing an illusion?
or were I to be wrapped up in all but confusion?
how can this beauty stand before thyself
with a face as radiant as the sun
am I in the right time?
is this true? is he all mine?
can this be?
can he even see me
dreaming about us as we lie against
the barks of the trees and whisper lullabies
into each others ears
but it my fears
I dread, I dread I will lose this beauty
whom is right in front of me
oh can't this be?
yes it can be
him and me
so I move forward to him with nothing
on my face but glee
his face softened ad he looked into my eyes
his hands intertwined with mine
and from that moment
our love that grown
and from that moment
our love had shown

Written by: ~ Joanne Perez

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