This crush.
That makes me blush.
When I hush.
All I think is about mushy stuff.
The day I tell you to shush.
And brush your tears away.
I will tell you the love.
I will struggle to get.
Because your the only one.
When I hear your voice.
On the phone.
I rejoice.
Because I love you so.
Friday, July 3, 2009
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