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I sit here where thoughts of you
seem to lay upon my mind like a gentle carpet fresh and new of daisies and buttercups, the hue that only springs within my mind Whenever I think of you. I see massive fields rich in bloom the Sun either dawning or setting the sky, more dramatic in its blue a world I really never ever new Till you awakened within aroused the flame whispered the morning And noticed my name. Now I seem ever connected too drawn within to the need true that all I want revolves through and between all these pictures of you, my heart it would seem only wishes the moment, dares to dream the care of your blue eyes, your shining hair to fold all around me like a breath of air The woman I love, her thoughts I share. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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