Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Go to the middle and start what you began
Go back to the times before we were sad
Take me with you to that beautiful place
Where oceans are green and the sky is grey
I write down my feelings of you on a notepad
I let you read them at night outloud
There aren't many feelings better than love
As honest and complex as the flight of a dove.

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