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Post by Bex *Crop Circles In The Sun* on Jun 11, 2005 21:55:30 GMT
Silly really how he always thinks of her, Putting himself through so much torture. Will she ever think so much of him? Or is this a battle he needs to win. Nothing you can say or do, to stop him, to her he'll say I love you. Shouldnt we take each day as it comes? Sing in the shower, even for her he hums. Loving each day, like its the last, stop damn living in the past. It'll only hurt more, he should know, For his love for her, each day shall grow. Looking at him, she realises a twinge, her mind opens up, a rusty hinge. She loves him, no doubt of it, suddenly so clear, a candle alit. She smiles so childishly at him, and we all know she'll go out on a limb. If it means she comes close to her love, the one she believes was sent from above. Nothing to the relationship I'm sure, For they both can give each other wanted pleasure. But not so simple I'm finally learning, no matter how much for the other they are yurning. Love will come and it'll go, But you and I shall always know, of the love of these two best friends, where their love surely never ends. Even if they couldnt admit their feelings, to us it's clear, they have broken wings. They will someday be together, and when they are, that love they'll cherish forever.
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Post by Lisa-Marie on Jun 12, 2005 14:17:41 GMT
awwwwww, cheers babe nice poem xx
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Post by Bex *Crop Circles In The Sun* on Jun 12, 2005 16:21:57 GMT
thank you hun xx
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