Monday, July 25, 2011

Speaking for Peter

I don't know what to get you for your birthday.
You mean more to me than all my arms and legs.
I can't help but be concerned at this delay,
But what could ever hurt my love for thee?!

The rain that taps my window pane -
The sun that fills the sky.
I dream of you and dream of you again,
But what could quench my longing to see your face?

A thousand names have filled my world
Each one more special than the last.
Yet there is one who's name alone I adore.
Isabella, Isabella...my own sweet love.

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