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What a lad, what a time
Unrelenting blisters morphing to carved hearts
With your charm, o I smile
As my sisters check on my charts
My heart's gone astray
Wandering 'round til the setting sun
As I think of the ways to say
That yes, sweet blue, your wait is done
Up that hill, o that hill
Where the future came blowing in
So up that hill, the first of thrill
I said my 'yes' after all we've been
The silence, o so silent
The sheer excitement on your face
So bold, dear blue, you're bold
So bold to have me thinking for days
The butterflies churned
For when you pulled me in and asked
If it was real and ceaseless
I'll have you know, you've wooed this lass
Up that hill, babe, that hill
'Twas where infinity gushed like the wind
As we embraced each other still
With the mem'ry of us there, forever pinned
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
