Let the words fall where they may.
I am no brave soul with words.
Let them churn up some dust
That will cover their demise.
Speak to me when I see you.
Let me know that you care.
Let me hear your voice again
That I may relish it in the air.
Your charm excites me
Your looks are beyond compare.
Just let me hold your hand,
And there will be nothing else I desire.
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Love ya!
Jane