2003-03-28
"she's my number one... and she's my number two"
She doesn't do anything half heartedly
she loves fiercely and vehemently
Her fragile head contructs moods to sink ships
Don't get her wrong : she's not mad, simply madly in love
With each passing day things get better ( you make this better)
Each day the ships she sinks get smaller and smaller becoming blips on the horizon.
Yet sometimes, sometimes she still gets quiet and strangly sad.
What I am trying to say is : my love for you, our narrative is red hott.
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