You
By Lord R.e. Taylor
Every night I try to sleep
But every night I lie awake
Remembering what it was like
You always spoke in the softest voice
You always saw me with your magical eyes
How could I not have fallen in love with you
I knew in my heart that you were perfect
Maybe too perfect for a poor man like me
So, I live with my memories of you
And the knowledge that you are out there
Outside of my arms but not outside my heart
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