'Tis You
and the music is silence that rests in my earsthe world that stops and listens to my fears
and i gaze upon her, and with quivering lip
utter the words, and take the dip
and to her eyes succumb
my heart goes numb
and flies the dove:
"'tis you I love."
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-30 at 21:10
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