The Year You Came To Me
You are so beautiful, my love
I’ve heard the winds all day
saying stardust’s falling from the sky.
And you are making it happen.
Shall I yell my soul mate, love?
Darling, my, would be husband, you.
How I respect and treasure you true.
You know who is the runner in the skies,
Yet, I know not where heartache lies.
But it’s you who never says goodbye.
And all these years, I wait for you
doth time so quickly flies, it’s true
Your meek, kind and very blue eyes
Never stop planning, nor giving, no lies.
I despise myself, when I am lonely
Wanting more from you only.
Our unity, un-build by hands
made us, the one, the two, it’s true
It’s glorious, the two, me and you.
How shall I help to right the wrong?
That which keeps us separated, or
trying to keep us farther and farther apart.
When you are the joy that feds my heart.
We shall sing again the song you sung
into the Stratosphere three years no more,
the year you came to me or rather,
I to you out to you my love with eyes so blue.
By CatsMeow ©2011. All rights reserved.
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