Eye Put My Finger On It
Eye Put My FInger On IT
EYE put My finger on it,eye figured it out,eye discovered it.
But now eye am perplexed again at what eye have figured out.
Eye thought it was the way ewe eyes light up
write when ewe here my namme.
Eye thought it was the way ewe sing and sway
when ewe are all alone with me (spritually).
Eye thought it was the way eye feel inside
when eye here ewe say that ewe still love me.
And eye would never own a slave but eye am slave to ewe.
A giant question mark is sometimes deep inside of me.
Eye put my finger on it,but just what have eye got?
A lot of love a lot of want.
The Future?
L()()king forward to ewe kiss.
While eye am righting this.
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