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| Sonnet One How is it that I see you everyday And never get the chance to say enough I want to tell you in so many ways Just how much I love you- I want you so much But everyday, the words stick in my throat And I can only turn and leave you there For you, on which my eyes so dearly dote Are even to incredible for me to dare To even try to make you see me as More than just a friend, and that is all I'll be I'll try to hide these feelings 'till they pass I'll wait for you until you finally see Thee things I feel which I'm forced to hide They torture me, but I keep them inside Erin A 2001 |
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