How can I tell in public, Words that should find their dwelling, deep within your soul? For when I bask in the glow of your smile, I find my home, For you are all I could ever want, And your heart is my home. If I could paint a picture of someone I love, It would be your image that I paint, For you would grace the canvas on which I work. My brush depicts your form,
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