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If there were words enough to explain, then i would find them as i search, but i fall short every time. I only hope that the amazing girl I wrote this for get's to see it.
She may be the face i can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price i have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the Chill that Autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within a measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
May be the reason i survive
The why and wherefore i'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me i'll take laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is...
Everyone is said to have a perfect moment once in awhile, an experience of complete peace and connection. These moments maybe rare, but it is this that makes them so very special. It is like experiencing in that brief shining moment all anxieties,fears,difficulties and awkwardness disappearing. I imagine these moments as fragments or splinters scattered across a lifetime. If a person could somehow collect them all up and stick them together, they would have a perfect hour or even a perfect day, and i think in that hour or day they would be closer to the mystery of what it is to be human. Love you Patrice - Smiles for miles- Love your -Joelly
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