Is this a gift?
I would show you myself
But as a gift,
Would it be welcome?
I would beg for love
But would my pleading turn you cold?
How do I get through to you
You’re so aloof sometimes.
Yet I know
There’s a mischief-filled grin
And a unique soul
Under your quiet exterior.
© Rosalie Miller 2005
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22:21:11
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