Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Thirty Ninth Thought

You are
A beam of sun, golden rays caressing my skin
Warm waves
You are
Worth keeping, worth believing in
A dream woven into the fabric of reality
A shooting star in the charcoal sky
You are
Irreplaceable
Unique
A Chinese lantern lit in a store of metal desk lamps
You are
mine
Together, we, us, you and I
words I can get used to

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