By meccaphi17@aol.com steven miller
Date: 17 April 2001
My plan
The first time my eyes were set on her,
Then and there i became a believer,
In love, fate, souls, and destiny,
What could i do to make her see?
That no matter what was happening she was on my mind,
No love greater i will ever find,
Love can sometime disguise itself,
But it grows stonger with her every word,
her every breath,
her every touch,
her every move,
but before i know it will again be threw,
the hope her being my girl,
her and another man,
so much for our destiny, my pride, my plan
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