December 5, 1997
You said you loved me,
You began to cry.
When I stopped you,
You looked into my eyes.
“The risk is worth it
Because I love you,” you said
Tears rolling from your eyes,
I ran a finger accross your lips
And brushed the tears from your face.
Secure in your embrace,
We stood alone, in the November rain
My eyes, searching yours
for answers – no strings, no pain.
My knees weak. My heart racing with yours.
Holding each other deserpately.
As I stand lost in the strength of your arms
I wonder if you mean
The words you’ve just said.
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