Love In All The Small Places~

The first time I saw your face, you eyes having met mine
I thought you an Angel sent from the Devine
Lost in the silence of your fame, falling hopelessly in love
like a moth to your flame
The very thought of you
made me wished you were my roses in red
and I your violets of blue

Ten thousand writers must have serenaded your heart
speaking of the power of your love no matter the distance apart
With quivering lips, trembling hands, weaken knees and be still
my fluttering heart
I pray that I may express to you my admiration in one single
That tomorrow will come and I will remain strong
until once again you order your coffee and share
a single touch of your hand


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