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Son
So this is how the story goes,
life was broken down,
but now i know,
dreaming of that faded ghost,
brought me to you,
a light so bright,
the dark would die,
and give me sight,
it gave me life,
the first time I saw you smile,
I knew something in this life was right,
and it was in your eyes...
Tim, this is beautiful. love
Tim, this is beautiful. love the ending.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you I wrote it the day
Thank you I wrote it the day after my son was born on a napkin and just found it now, 5 years later