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Created on: February 14, 2009
First Date
When we first met,
I was too young.
You walked a fine line,
And when I looked at you, I was stunned.
There was always a yearning,
An aching inside.
Every night I'd dream,
You'd someday be mine.
No matter what happened,
It was never the right time.
No matter what we did,
Or how hard we tried.
The longing became stronger,
It consumed our hearts.
For a short while,
We were apart.
You couldn't find me,
When you needed me the most.
I'm sorry for that,
I missed you so.
How do you turn away,
And close your eyes?
How do you tell your heart,
This is right?
All we wanted,
Was a first date.
To see how it would go,
And what we would say.
Would we have looked,
Into each other's eyes?
And realized our search,
Ended with that night?
Would we have found a loving bond,
Within our souls?
And breathed in,
All that we know?
Would you have taken me,
Into your arms?
And then tell me,
It's where I belong?
And when the night,
Would come to an end.
Would we have to say,
Goodbye, then?
What if we gave into the moment,
And you felt me from inside?
You'd know how I felt,
By the strength of my vibe.
So there it would be,
The end of our first date.
Not soon enough,
And never too late...
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