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By Cyan Date: 2003 Feb 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.01.22.25.15606]] |
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At night I'd watch you sleep. Your angel face in the late hour- sleeping like an innocent child. On Sunday mornings I'd steal a glance of you reading the paper out the corner of my eye. Lovely. How I adored the way you'd lose yourself in thought, giving me the pleasure to lose myself in you. But as I sit here at the kitchen table on this cold deary evening, signing away our wedding vows, I ache to tell you what my secret moments never could...... |