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Redefined Love

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It's that look in your eye,
It's the smile on your face;
That makes time slip by
And I know I'm in a better place.


It's the memories of you
That make any grey sky turn blue,
And let me know these feelings 
Are true.


Getting lost in my dreams
With the mere image of you.
It's hard to imagine it seems
A future lost, one without you.


So I leave my arms open,
And I'll wish and may pray,
Eyes focused and hoping
For your embrace just one more day

©BranAll Rights Reserved

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