For Today Is Old, and Tomorrow Is New
To my surprise,
Or pleasant demise,
Dare I say my mind?
After all, love is blind,
Yet I see you perfectly.
To my surprise,
Or pleasant demise,
May I speak my mind,
Or will I be confined?
Reaching out to you,
Rather hard to do,
Opportunities never show,
Where will we go?
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