Us
I think about you,
In the back of my mind,
your in my hear,
all of the time.
My hand writes this note,
gripping the pen,
i read what I wrote,
then start again.
What could sufice,
for a boy of your stature?
Compared to you,
nothing else matters.
When you hold me close,
my heart skips a beat,
being with you,
is the worlds best treat.
Holding your hand,
or goofing around,
either way,
no greater love can be found.
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