Wednesday, January 26, 2011



You saw me standing there
with a dirt on my face,
mud on my feet
and scars on my knees.

Instead of walking away,
you hold my hand
and whispered to me
things I wanted to hear.

How could I ever repay you?
You saved me from the dungeon
Rescued me from the dragon,
Redeemed me from my self.

If it's not too much to ask
Could I love you from dawn till dusk?
Till night to sunrise again,
I want you to be my man.

at the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet


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