what can i say, as fromage as it may, love is surely blind. in the back of my mind, is the image of your hand in mines. even with sun in my eyes, or when the clouds are filling the skies, i can and will always find my way to you. whispering softly cheek to cheek, so close, looking at you is like taking a little peek, it is the warmth of your kiss, which keeps my fire burning bright. it is you who i really miss, may i hold you tight every night? another day goes by, another thought of you crossed my mind. as the clock turns, and hours tick, i await for the sun meet the moon, so it can strike me blind. and experience the new kiss in the sun, all over again.
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