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11/04-Future
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November 2004 11-7-04
12:31 am
When I look into your eyes.
I see my future.
When I feel your skin under my fingers.
I feel fire.
When I taste you with my lips.
I taste heaven.
Theses are the joyous gifts none other has ever given to me.
Gifts that I treasure.
But like treasure I can not have you.
I have the map.
But not the key to your heart.
I don’t know how to convince you.
That I love you.
But to let you go.
They say if love someone enough.
They will come back to you.
So I will wait for you to come back to me.
