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Friday, July 29, 2011

another sonnet (try something new already)

I find my favorite part of every day
To be the time I take to talk with you
And though it seems my words get in the way
Intentions still at least seem to get through
And if you were to go along with me
I promise I would treat you with respect
And give you only care and honesty
And never ask you more than you'd expect
I think we could be wonderful, we two
It's been so long I'm not sure of the words
To find out if you feel the same way too
Or if you think me just a bit absurd
But if you should relent and tell me "nay"
Then "friends" is still enough for my to stay

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