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| Sometimes you must be confused, lost without a clue... from all the faces I've shown to you. And some days you must rue, all of the changes I've put you through. It must be hard to understand that all four seasons lie within my hand, a tempest that no-one can tame or command. |
| (a poem sent to Christy by Phil in 2001) |
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| We both know it well; that I'm your heaven and your hell. I'm the cold breath of winter, the daisies in the spring, the fire in your heart, an angel with singed wings. But my moods must get old; I can appear so very heartless and cold. You must be relieved when I reveal, that my heart can truly love and feel. |
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| When I'm alone, I often cry. I think about us, and I feel so bad. And I wonder how to show you that you're the best thing I've ever had. I wish I could tell you how much I care and explain how good it feels to know you're there. And more than anything, I wish I could be, everything you've ever wanted of me. |
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| Remember when I'm going to extremes that no matter how distant I seem, you'll always be my greatest dream. I've never met someone so caring and strong and I'll love you my whole life long. I'll always be here with arms open wide, your singed angel with my softer side. |
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