May 26, 2009
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Compared to all my melancholy sighs
Now I laugh at chocolate lies!
Gone is Rosalind, paling before the sun
And here is my Juliet, the golden haired one
She holds back my heart until I ache!
As her touch makes me shiver and quake
Newly, it seems my souls awake
And as I reach out to her in passion
There is no more disappearing in that peculiar fashion
In her eyes I see naught but truth
She comes back for me when shes off aloof
Gives comfort where I once found scorn
A new smile to adorn
No more do I feel forlorn!
And in my weakness she holds me close
In my strengths she sees no boast
But respects me in every way Ive dreamed
Inspires songs to replace my screams
Now I will sing her heart to me!
For she seems to cause mine to beat!
A love nothing can defeat!I BELIEVE IT BETTER THAN REPORTINGLY!!!!!!!!
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