| In Doing What I Do June, 2000 Sometimes I don't know how it is That I'm supposed to feel. Emotions bubble, fill my soul, And pain me to reveal. I see you, or I talk to you. It feels so good inside. And then you share with me some things That make me want to hide. I try to lock the pain away, The tears, all to myself, But nothing keeps this love of mine Locked upon some shelf. I spill it more and more each time The two of us are one, Even though I feel that I Will surely be undone. I love you and I will forever, Again, you must be you. That is why there's so much pain In doing what I do. ~ the Professor |
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| There are moments in our lives when we think we've done everything that we can to explain to someone just how much he or she means to us. We've sent flowers, cards, gifts and made special dinners. Nothing seems to get through completely. Instead, we are bombarded with this person's ideas of an ideal partner. Well, still, we will persist. Soon, we shall prevail. Enjoy!! |
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