Chance
I was not looking to fall in love with you, but my heart spoke quietly to me and the love fell
gently into my soul.
There was nothing I could do, my heart and soul and fallen even though I knew, you were
not ready. You were mending your own heart. I'm not the one who tore your heart apart. I
am the one who wants a chance to open your heart and soul and show you that what I feel
is
pure and innocent and imbedded in my soul.
I am the one that looks into your blue eyes and sees the gentle soul and the love that you
could give me, if you could look past yesterday and give me just a chance, to fill your heart
with love as you have mine.
You try to convince me your not worthy, but I see differently looking into the mirror of love,
if only you would look into that mirror too, you would see me there waiting for your heart to
become mine.
Rose M Bauerle
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