You wrote me a poem,
Oh so sweet.
Then added two
To make it three.
You are much better than I
At everything I try.
That is why
I must find
A perfect kind
Of poem for you.
Through and through,
You guide me by words,
Through strange, and sometimes known worlds
I will stick
To you through thin and thick.
And if you were to die,
I would cry.
I do not worry, for
That is many years to wait,
And more.
An eternity,
'Til Saint Peter will find you at the gate.
I love you.
Through thick, thin, old, and new.
Yet another journal-type place for Darcy to rant, rave, and/or recuperate from the world.
Monday, January 1, 2007
You by DSDragon
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