I still read the poem Miss. G. wrote for me. It is just so touching to read it over and over again. Where is she? She is already married. But what the heck. I love the poem.
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Is this true
Is this love
Is this right
Doesn't matter...
Like the waves that rushed up to the shore
That goes back to the sea
Then its home...
Now I'm home...
Are you real?
Am I dreaming?
Is this magic?
Could be...
Like the sand stirred up by the wind
Now settling.
Then it's home...
Now I'm home...
You are the sea
I am the wave
You are the wind
I am the sand
You are the night sky
I am your star
Tormented, stirred up
As I might be;
I'll keep on shining
Knowing you're there
I'm safe...
I'm home...
P.S.
I'm no poet. But I hope somehow you got what I wish to express. Thanks for being here.
Love,
Miss G
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Lovely, isn't it?
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