The Walk
I'm holding her hand on the walk home
The night is young,cool breeze blowing
We talk about life and we speak of love
Then about loss and the ones up above
She shedded tears as I shed some too
The way that she cared had me so moved
As close too perfect GOD's work of art
She is so full of life with such a heart
We get to her house,its time for the kiss
My Stomache in knots,just so nervous
Then it just happens,two souls collide
Felt so much passion,felt so alive
When we were finished,expressing our night
We knew that was the walk,that started our life...
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