If I could tear you from the ceiling,
And guarantee a source divine,
Rid you off possessions fleeting,
Remain your funny valentine.
I'd fill your every breath with meaning,
And find a place we both could hide.
If I could tear you from the ceiling,
I'd freeze us both in time,
Find a brand new way of seeing..
Your eyes forever glued to mine.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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