Sunday, July 5, 2009

Sunrise carries me
to a morning before
when thoughts of you
my mind explored;

I wrote a song,
A song meant for you;
I wrote a dream,
My dream, you knew;

Another world,
a quiet place to share,
to be alone, but not lonely,
the unspoken care;

You know my song,
as no one does,
They can find it pretty,
but it was meant for us;

My song is yours,
it always was,
This morning, may it find
its way to your heart.

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