February 24, 1992

173. When I Give You Roses

Dear Beautiful Girl,
Whose eyes make my heart race
And smile makes my eyes tearful,
I search day and night
To find the words to ask you
To try to understand the way I am,
My heart, my ways, the things that I do,
For what you see with those gorgeous eyes,
       what you touch with gentle hand,
       could always be deep and profound,
              but it’s just me.......
And what made me love you more
Was that I never had to ask you
                     to understand me,
                     you just did.......

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