Thursday, January 14, 2010

She

She was born. I was born
We met.
We became friends.

She smiled at me.
She held my hand.

She kissed me.
I kissed her.
I held her in my arms.
I cried. she wiped my tears away.
She called me honey.
She say good morning every morning.
She called me after work.
She took me to dinner.
We make love...
She was just amazing.

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