Our Eyes meet
Our hearts beat
My brow sweats
We've finally met
Our hands touch
His feels rough
My stomach rolls
That dark hole
I've felt hidden
I've been found
My heart held
But never bound
I've found my ONE!
Kelly Brett

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This is an insight in to me really, a look at how i felt when i met my husband when i was 16yrs. lol
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Submitted: Mar 31, 2008 Reads: 41 Comments: 3 Likes: 1
Our Eyes meet
Our hearts beat
My brow sweats
We've finally met
Our hands touch
His feels rough
My stomach rolls
That dark hole
I've felt hidden
I've been found
My heart held
But never bound
I've found my ONE!
Kelly Brett
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Has that tone of contentment
Posted: Mar 31, 2008
Very good, soft, sweet and a tender rhyme which works in conjunction with your theme. 14 thumbs up.
Posted: Apr 7, 2008
Not bad at all. a little much soft. keep trying.
Posted: Apr 30, 2008
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