The Day
I tend to think of things.
Like the day I will wear the ring.
The bride of my first love.
Then fly the sky just like a dove.
Happinesss would fill my heart.
Only one person know the day I will be told.
I do my best to make it right...
but I dont have much more might.
I will try until I can't no more.
In hopes that one day I will be able to sore.
Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2012
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