Would you be my writer and decide the words i say?
Would you be my voice and speak the words on my mind?
Would you be the melody that adds rythmn to my life?
Would you be the ears that listen to my sad songs?
I sat me down, watching the snow fall solemly
My heart skipping to the rythmn of your smile
Which inspired me wanting to be the next Ukrainian Pushkin
Grace and peace are abound in your laughter
The winter is here, my heart is cold
In Your warmth and ambiance
I wanna lay my muse.
Yours truly.
Chryss
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