Saturday 14 July 2007

Yours- How i wish if you could say these words to me

Yours till the stars lose their glory
yours till the birds fall to sing
Yours to the end of life's story
this pledge to you dear
I bringYours in the gray of December here or on a far distant shore
I've never loved anyone the way I love you
How could I
when I was born to be just yours
Yours in the gray of December...

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