I am
I am the wind in your hair,
I am the leaves that are fair,
I am the girl at care.
I am the one at who you stare
The object of your desires
The substance of your dreams
I am the smile taking away the frown
I am the one who will be there to pick you up when your down.
I hear the music of your voice
Ring through me
Like a knife though butter
It gives me chills up my spine
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Avonexx18posted on 05/16/2008
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