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John Magee


My mind races, my heart smiles as I think of thee My soul mate, my one true love, my sweet John Magee He frustrates me when he knows what I’m going to say before I can get it out One day he will be wrong, but this I greatly doubt He knows my thoughts and feelings and what satisfies me He memorized my past and my present; he’s the narrator of my story God how this man loves me and I am too in love with thee My future will be forever bright as long as I have my sweet John Magee People have asked me when was it that I knew I had fallen in love with him I think hard and then I smile and this is what I say to them: On the mountain top overlooking the country bay Is where we met and where many nights we lay But it was one night I hold dear to my heart for something wonderful occurred on this particular day The wind was warm and the sky was clear; I swear you could see the angels kneel to pray We had a picnic in the middle of a rose garden, a true love’s portrait for the eyes to see Davinci himself couldn’t have painted a more beautiful picture, God it felt like a dream He stared into my eyes and I stared back, a kind of lovey dovey corny if you could agree But then a miracle happened that very moment if you could believe As he reached and held my hand, the once clear sky was now covered my stars as leaves cover a tree I felt a spark and chills begin to rise over me It was that very moment that I fell in love with my sweet John Magee
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