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As I sit here,

wondering why you choose me,

to become yours still eludes me.



I wished for awhile,

to be in your loves embrace,

now it seems that my wish,

has been answered,

by the love of an angel,

as beatiful as you.



I wrote about,Shane and Brittany,

what i didn't mean,

I just threw,

it in there to see,

your feelings towards me.



I wished for love that,

was undying and true,

and it seems that that love,

comes from you.



I will admit,

I did some harm,

but that has all passed,

even though it wasa on my arm.



Concealed in flesh,

is a blessing,

that I have put upon myself.



These is one other,

on the outside,

that all can see,

it is upon my hand,

but is almost gone from mortal eyes,

to look at and flee.



Unlike most,

I have a skill,

to pierce things,

that have always fell.



I will give you love,

that you so richly deserve,

if you wish to learn.



All you got to do,

is wait,

for it isnot a gift,

of rushing,

but one of patience.



I shall love you,

for as long as I can,

of course I wont,

be pushed or pulled,

from your undying love or hands.



I wish for people to accept me,

but maybe I can convince,

them to like me for who I am,

and not what they see.



Forever I have walked this earth,

And I haven't found one to,

share my love with,

but it has finally came,

from the angel of you.



My first kiss,

was with one I didn't love,

back then I was 9,

and always fell.



I stumbled through this world,

searching for you,

not taht I have hold,

hopefully you wont break free,

from the embrace I give you.



Your dad disagrees,

about me,

but thats ok,

he will see,

how well i can be.



Before the years finisihed,

I hope to meet,

and maybe he,

will change his mind about me.



I wished for the sweet,

remedy of love,

to mend ones heart,

and it seems to me,,

that it has finally,

found out how,

maybe it will soften,

Father's into liking me,

But lets not push it,

I know he dislikes me.



Wounded hearts come and go,

you can try to mend them,

before they blow.



As I sit here looking about,

I see your face in the clouds,

I cant help but smile,

because everywhere I look,

I see your smile.



To me you look like an angel,

with wings spread outwide,

but i'm gonna miss you,

when you say goodbye.



I search through my soul,

and all my empty compartments,

I look for your name,

I find it iin my heatrt,

just waiting for me to find it.



I share with you all my love,

which I have never gave to another,

you hold in your hands my heart,

If you wish you can put an end to it,

Then I will be as heartless as a bitch.



you can toy with me,

but dont mess with my feelings,

i'm a sensitive guy,

when it comes to women,

I bow to their commands,

like a trained dog,

I do their bidding,

and I am always there,

maybe not physically,

but spiritually.



It seems crazy at first,

but you get used to it.



I hold in my hands,

a needle and a razor,

one of which to engrace a blassing,

the other to clean it out with.



It may seem like it hurts at first,

but I cant feel it,

my mind is on your love,

and it will stay there for awhile.



It is with you that I wish to be,

but you might have other feelings for me.



Your love is like that volcano,

that erupted way back,

consuming everyting that,

stood in its path.



As I drift off to sleep,

I get one last look of your face,

I program in into my memory,

so that  Ican see you in my dreams.



I watched and waited for you,

to show your feelings,

they have finally came through.



I wished for your heart, wishes, and soul,

I only hold your heart,

but thats alright with me,

just as long as your love,

burns brightly.



Upon the brow of my head,

I have a mark of undead,

it was put there when I was a child,

I was messing with hot metal,

I have learned to conceal this,

under all feeling for others.



To others I am a masked person,

to myself I wish I wasn't,

for the simple fact that no one,

trusts me one iota of a bit.



Well  I must depart,

you are probably tired,

of reading this long thing,

so I am going to go,

Bye, oh and LOVE YA!!!