T.O.U.

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    T.O.U.

    AS I LIE ON THE GROUND
    AND STARE UP INTO SPACE,
    THOUGHTS OF YOU FLOOD MY HEAD
    AND MY MIND STARTS TO RACE,
    I DON’T THINK YOU
    WILL EVER REALLY UNDERSTAND,
    HOW YOU HAVE TURNED MY LIFE AROUND
    AND MADE ME WHO I AM,
    I DON’T THINK YOU WILL EVER KNOW,
    HOW TRULY SPECIAL YOU ARE,
    EVEN ON THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS
    YOU ARE MY GUIDING LIGHT,
    I DON’T THINK YOU WILL EVER FULLY COMPRHEND
    HOW YOU HAVE MADE MY DREAMS COME TRUE,
    OR HOW YOU HAVE OPENED MY HEART,
    TO LOVE AND THE WONDERS IT CAN DO,
    YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SOMETHING
    THAT IS VERY HARD TO FIND,
    UNCONDITIONAL LOVE THAT EXSISTS
    IN BODY, SOUL, AND MIND,
    I DON’T THINK YOU COULD EVER FEEL
    ALL THE LOVE I HAVE TO GIVE,
    AND IM SURE YOU DON’T REALIZE
    YOU ARE MY WILL TO LIVE,
    YOU ARE AN AMAZING PERSON
    WITHOUT YOU WHERE WOULD I BE,
    HAVING YOU IN MY LIFE
    COMPLETES AND FULFILLS EVERY PART OF ME,
    AS I LIE ON THE GROUND
    AND STARE UP INTO SPACE,
    THE STARS MOVE ABOUT
    TAKING THE SHAPE OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE,
    THERE YOU ARE IN THE SKY LOOKING DOWN ON ME,
    WITH THAT RADIANT SMILE
    THAT I LIVE TO SEE,
    I HEAR YOUR VOICE SAYING, “CLOSE YOUR EYES”,
    “TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE”
    SO I DO, AND I ONLY SEE TWO PEOPLE,
    JUST YOU AND ME,
    WE ARE WALKING DOWN THE SHORELINE,
    FEET GETTING WET,
    PINK AND PURPLE FLOOD THE HORIZON,
    AS THE SUN STARTS TO SET,
    AS WE LAY THERE TOGETHER,
    MAKING LOVE ALL THROUGHT THE NIGHT,
    ON THE WHITE SANDY SHORE
    AS I HOLD YOU CLOSE I THOUGHT
    I COULD WANT NOTHING MORE,
    OH HOW I WISH I WAS THERE,
    IN THAT ONE SPECIAL PLACE,
    AS I LIE ON THE GROUND
    AND STARE INTO SPACE

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    HoneyHued commented on T.O.U.

    01-13-2009

    Very nice, must be a special person.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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