This Picture of You and Me
By Cope
There she is, Beauty finding perfection, Eyes of innocence, A mind of fasinating complexity, Her heart of pure gold, Yet, fragile like thin glass, So caring and gentle, She gave it to me. Sometimes I wonder, How lucky I could be, To still have her today, I was filled with stupidity, Thinking of only myself, Yet, she wouldn't let me be. What did she know, That I didn't see? Looking at a picture, When we first fell in love, Our happiness is amazing, This truly is, Our one true love, Deep and pure, As to marry our souls, We have found our soulmates. Still looking upon us, Seeing what people see, Do they envy our happiness? Or is it jealousy>>>? One thing that's forsure, They all see beauty. Somehow they seem to know, Together forever we will be. I look at this picture, And miss holding you tight, Like the way your head sits on my shoulder, When we sleep at night. Soon we won't be apart, Things will finally be right. We won't have to say I love you to a phone, I won't have to kiss your picture goodnight. Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 03:13 PM PST 0 • 8
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