My Sonnet .

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    My Sonnet .

    When in the land of wasted time and dreams
    I sit and wonder without a slight clue
    I'm no longer alone now as it seems
    Now i just sit here and think about you

    I remember lying there on the ground
    I remember every breath that you took
    We just layed there all night without a sound
    There was nowhere else i wanted to look

    I keep these memories locked in my head
    How you bring out the very best in me
    And every word you have ever said
    I truly think that we are meant to be

      For we, and look in each other's eyes,
      It's now time to start the rest of our lives .

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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