Wednesday, October 07, 2009

I really do not know when it all began
The morning mist is greeted by the sun
A morning cup and the quiet view of the block
Set my heart to remember your face

I really do not know when it all began
When I met you, when I started to adore your face
But everytime I see you my eyes open to see
What is ever more clear to me

You are to me what daisies are to bees.

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