Sunday 7 June 2009

Exception




I hate anyone who tells me what to do
Except you
You are cute even in this
And I am glad to listen
You
It's always the part of this sweet game
We play
Even not being aware
To the end
We create
Another day
In our play


Where could I find something more
Beautiful?

Where could I drown
So blissful?

I don't know
I never found
Anything more exceptional

So far

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