My heart strings
Strummed along as he sang
Beat for beat
Word for word
All the noise
Died down
And the world seemed
To exist for him alone
His rhythms
Rocked...everything
He feels the song
I feel him
His passion....
My passion....
And at the end of the song;
There exists,
Only endless promises
For me..
For him..
For us.
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Wednesday, November 9, 2011
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