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A project for a class was when this was written. I liked it to keep it with my collection. |
| Passion and love throughout my heart, I cannot bear to see you leave, Through your eyes, I see my start, As the day and night part, I yearn for the midsummer night’s eve, Passion and love throughout my heart, We once fell apart, And my heart did nothing but grieve, Through your eyes, I see my start I thought I was bright and smart, But I was once deceived and naïve, Passion and love throughout my heart, It was if I was in a gallery of art, I saw you on the qui vive, Through your eyes, I see my start, With string left for us on the cart, We are wound tightly like an unbreakable weave, Passion and love throughout my heart, Through your eyes, I see my start. |