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being called i hear my name

i think that its just a game

i then hear it louder

and it gets louder

my heart thumps

the trees shake from the trunks

i run towards the voice

i want to know i have no choice

i run faster and faster

this could be a life diaster

i come to a stop

i ears begin to pop

i see her there

looking so very fair

her all in black

i my eyes become intact

i see her clear as day

i have something to say

she says the same

i ask is this just a game

she says no and tells me she loves me

i say the same that i will never leave her

i want us to always be together

we love one another leave us alone

you can not destroy true love when its like stone

its hard to break

so we will always be together

i love her like no other