She is the woman of my dreams
She is the dream of my heart
She is the heart of my soul
She is the sweetness in my life
She is my love, my lost life
She is someone who was there, who was here
A fool was I, who let the moment pass,
When you think that you have made enough sacrifices for the people who dont deserve
When you think its time for your due, for the one's who ought to know you to know you
When you think its time for your hurts to stop and start healing
When you think you should have the love from those you loved
Remember the second chance, the one you once asked
I will wait...
Monday, May 07, 2007
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