A PRECIOUS BOOK
A Precious Book
The heart ask for pleasure and
You come to mind ,
Every breath that I take
Your name will escapes my lips,
There is a sweet thought of you,
And every heartbeat its for you ,
Hold on to what we have and
New let it run cold ,
You are precious to me and my life
Caresses your love and I never
Want to let it go ,
Each tear shed from my heart,
Missing you when we are apart ,
I would cry a million times over.
For every moment and memory
That I shared with you,
Is worth every tear of loving you .
You are my precious antique book
When I open it I read all about us .
Lilly Emery (C)
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