Thursday, February 5, 2009

Ode to Joy

My world stops everytime I see you
As if you are the only being that exist
Roses would bloom as you enter the room
You are like the sunshine that gives life 
to these roses

Joy is what I get when I think of you
Of all the beautiful things that I could possibly think of
(aromas, sunset, flowers)
You are the most beautiful of them all


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