Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Feelings of love

As I wake from the night. I see the sight how warm and bright
Then I walk in the morn. My heart is torn. I fall from grace.
As the day goes on I sit and wait what is my faith. I hope my vision of light won't be late.
I go to the kitchen to the steam and heat. Then I hear the door. My heart skips a beat. And I feel small fear, but not to worry my vision of light is here.


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