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By His Little Fullback Date: 2002 Apr 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.18.11.00.29569]] |
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You sat in the other room Talking to me through the paper walls I knew what you were feeling Like always You knew just what to say You: "I was thinking, you say you love me, every morning. You know what I think? I don't think that you can ever say that too much. I think you should tell the person you love, that you love them as much as you can. I love you so much, you are my world." Me: (in my mind) "I love you more then words can express. I love you now and foerver, when it hurts And when it feels like heaven." Me: (out loud) "I love you too, and you could never tell me that you love me too many times. I need to hear you those words. I always tell you I love you so that you know it, and they will be the last words you hear me say." You: "I love you." Me: "I love you too, boo." It is dark outside, but we leave to go A walk in the park, under the stars Under the moon Just you and me the cool night air You reach and take my hand Gosh, I love it when you do that We sit for awhile, on the hard wooden bench It is our world It will be what we make of it And that...whatever it may be Will never be too much |