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Realizing Love
As I sit here thinking of him,
My heart starts to race.
Like I had just finished running a race.
My mind races in hyper-drive.
I picture him in my mind,
And I swear I hear music.
Hearing music is kind of scary,
Music can only mean one thing…
I must love him.
Love him like no other.
Dated: December 23, 2001
Last edited by TanteMegs; 08-10-2003 at 07:42 PM..
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