I know I would choose you again.
New souls, and new bodies.
Please let me be apart of your plans.
I was born to love of you.
New friends, and new families.
New loves, and new heartaches.
You are my best friend,
You'll love me no matter what it takes.
I was born to run to you.
I swam across lake Geneva.
Cold wind on my back.
If I should grow weary
I think of you on the shoreline.
One look, in your eyes
And I know you're same in death as in life.
I was born to die with you.
2 comments:
Deborah, Very Beautiful.
Thanks Alex!
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