Anticipate
Her beauty is gold,Or so it shines,
The fact of the matter is,
Her beauty isn't mine.
I would love just to hold her,
Up against my body,
Just hold her there,
I want nothing naughty.
A friend from the past,
Right now she is,
But that could all change,
With the touch of her lips.
She moved far away,
Yet she stayed on my mind,
It isn't very often that,
An angel on earth a man will find.
But I have found her again,
With years that have passed,
It's like our friendship,
Was arranged to last.
I guess time will tell,
So I'll just wait,
With love in my heart,
As I anticipate.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2008-05-15 at 17:35
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