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zinnia
Whyville Poet |
the trees are hustling,
the leaves are rustling,
there's a breeze in my hair,
his eyes are deep, my heart is in them,
there's magic in the air.
my heart isn't beating,
his heart is defeating,
all of my despair.
i'm happy, i'm sad,
i'm grateful, i'm mad,
it's hard to choose just one,
he's mine, i'm his,
there's no use in denying,
when i'm with him I feel like i'm flying,
is this what love truly is?
i'm his, he is mine?
but I do know his heart will be with me,
for the eternity of time.
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