Saturday, January 1, 2011


My stomach is turning,
My eyes are wide,
I smile warmly,
When he's at my side.

I often think,
That I'm in love,
It makes me feel,
much like a dove.

But I know,
The feelings fake,
Although I think,
I see a wedding cake.

Though I wish,
I could marry him,
I know as well,
The prospects dim.


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