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Moonshine

The morning opens my eyes
 And like the moonshine lies on the grass
  You lie on my mind.

You are the secret, 
   I am always waiting to tell
You are the song,
   That flutters past my lips
You are the heart,
    That beats with my own

You speak to my soul

Spring has turned to summer
 and with each of these passing days
   You have stolen more of my heart,

Hardly stolen though,
  As I have found myself handing you
     every inch of my being.

You are my heart
  Beating in my chest.
You are the words
  Coming from my mouth.
You are the very essence of me
  For you are always on my mind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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