A mist hangs over my thoughts tonight
A deep feeling of something not right
A chance that something may be wrong
The possibility that hope is gone
Perhaps the mist is but a dream
And truly nothing is as it seems
Although the mist could be just that
a shroud that clouds up thoughts and pasts
But wait a chance to hope and dream
A love more truer than it seems
A love thats bluer than the sky
The chance to never say goodbye
That a love could last the test of time
That nothing could break its perfect Rhyme
And in this love’s sweetest bliss
The warmest, longest, truest kiss
1/20/2011
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