Under my pillow , thoughts race in my mine,
The sorrow that huants, and the love that will never die,
Your so beutiful inside and out,your love brown eyes, and ability to care, with out a doubt,
you beutiful straight brown hair,
Your god's work of art, a fallin angle I swear,no contest for us to stare,for I am a match to a forest fire,
Baby let me lay this poem to rest, for I'am blessed, I am the man you always wanted , there for I am gonna be the man you always desire.

~Author Freddy

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