The Thought of You

January 1, 2015

The day has begun and I'm still here,

Awaiting for your presence to bring me cheer.

The thought that you're coming just thrills my mind,

And all of a sudden... I seem to go blind.

The image of you appears in my head,

I look in awe without any dread.

How can a person like you--

Have no clue?

That you're the most beautiful

out of us two!

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