I don’t know where I was,

Or where I was going to,

When that feeling of love,

Beginning soaking through.

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I don’t recall the day,

Or the very night,

When I began to fall,

Into love’s first sight.

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I don’t believe it’ll end,

‘Cause I can’t recall the start,

When your golden soul,

Entered my heart.

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Why should I cast doubt,

In such a magical start?

When it shatters my dreams,

Of the stars high above.

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Why would I want,

This fever to end?

When I’m flying so high,

With no need to pretend.

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You’ve opened my eyes,

But closed up my heart,

For there is nothing else,

That compares to our love.

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I never want it to end,

Never want it to fail,

‘Cause you’ve become the reason,

I’m so alive right now.

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(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss

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This poem is not available in any of my books

on my author page at Amazon.com