With you

by Austin   Feb 9, 2005


I run my hand through my hair
Why do I suddenly care
For someone who I never met
Except for a few minutes on a play set
Took a look at the picture
It caught be by surprise
Never would I have thought that mixture
Oh Heaven and beauty in your eyes
Can it really be true
Or am I still sleeping
I look outside at the morning dew
And realize that I am now keeping
Your face in my heart
And your words in my mind
Nothing do I feel will tear us apart
Nothing will compare to what I'll find

With you

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