Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Something.

Something about,
The look in you eyes.

Something that shows itself,
When the lights are just right.

It reminded me,
That we are alive.

It seems to me,
You are divine.

There's something there,
Something quite unseen,
Everytime I look at you,
Its fascinating.
What you do to me,
Is rehabilitating.

Our biggest fear,
Could be not saving this.

Going away from here,
With a million things to miss.

Something about,
The way you move.

The music is in motion,
The soul in groove.

There's something there,
Something quite unseen,
Everytime I look at you,
Its fascinating.
What you do to me,
Is rehabilitating.

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