that person
when i see you all i can do is look
you have changed everything to fast
the funny part is i never even asked
like all of my breath simply you just took
i saw you and you watched my little nook
where i hind everything from my past
until the day you found me long at last
thus was the day i start my writing book
now i write every day
but like the sun you pass to quick
never knowing where the time has gone
with eyes as blue as the summer’s blue bay
and with cheeks red as roses handpick
seeing you is another day add on
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