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For you, my precious stone.


I stood in the midst of darkness,
In a traveled path with missing spotlights,
A precious gem, shone in the distance,
I walked carefully, but with confidence.

I never knew of where i'd go,
And yet its luminescence,
Shined a way,
Of which I could never say no.

A gentle touch of its smoothness,
And it quickly ran away.
The light had marked my path,
And I was on my way.

And so the day came,
Filled with floating oranges and plums,
The sky was in its best behavior,
And my nervous heart was ready to fall in loive.

I could not tell you,
what my mind went through,
ever since the minute,
in which I met you.

Your first kiss drove me crazy,
And even though the second time is a little hazy,
I do remember the joy in my heart,
When I got to hold your hand, for the very first time.

The turquoise gem that lit my path,
The Clemson colors which filled the sky,
A simple kiss, which drifted me to loive,
I am at a lack of words to tell you how I feel,

But I hope my short story,
Can assure you that its real.

Perhaps you'll believe my little tale,
Of a princess which I met,
Her eyes drew me in,
And her lips sealed the deal.

But it was really her sweetness
That I could not get enough of,
Because you my dear,
Are the best thing I could ever wish for,

Every night, 
As the clock hits our special time,
I think of you,
And smile.

Because every minute I spend with you,
Is a minute I could never regret.

Just don't take me to Waffle House,
or that might change.

But I doubt it ;).

Your loive,
Daniel.




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