There is a boy,
with kind eyes,
slender frame,
and shaggy, sand-
coloured hair.
His delicate,
but firm fingers,
graze keys of ivory.
As gently as he would,
your cheek.
His body,
creates a melody,
echoed by his heart.
And his voice yearns,
to sing in harmony.
A song for two.
Well, a tune for,
just he, and you.
A song like time,
has never known.
-Matt
Thursday, June 7, 2007
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