If I could stop the sunrise,
And make this last forever...

The day we first met,
I admit this is true...

There was a man named Mr. Liddle,
Who loved to sit and play his fiddle...

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*This poem is dedicated to a boy I met over the...

All we really have is nothing.
Nothing's all we ever own...

His eyes look through mine with a welcoming...
His touch sends a chill up my spine...

Words are not enough.
They never can describe...

You live your life, you do your part,
You still don't have a clue...