Just for a precious few.
I wish I could stop
Thinking of you.
Such simple words,
A commandment or two
"don't think of me"
what else was I going to do?
I didn't need encouragement,
Sadly it's true.
Because I had already
Fallen in love with you.
No truer words
Have I ever spoken,
When I said you were perfect,
And no I wasn't joking.
Perfect for me,
In every regard.
A perfect match,
Like off a tarot card.
And now as I drift off
Into slumber fast.
I dream of the day
When I can hold you at last.
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