Monday, October 20, 2008

And Your Bird Has Wings

Your eyes, they tell a story, a story I've never heard.

I'd love to hear your story, I'd listen to every word.

Your mouth relays a message, a message I've never received.

I'd love to get your message, I'd never let it be misconceived.

Your voice, it speaks to the heavens, a place I could only dream.

I'd love to float there with you, I'd ride behind your jet stream.

Your face reminds me of an angels, and I bet you have wings.

You move so perfectly, I'm sure your back has strings.

Your actions leave me gasping, I never can expect.

I'd love to see you startled and I mean no disrespect.

Your past is a mystery, a mystery I'd like to solve.

I'd love to help you with any problems you need to resolve.

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