To the world, a hard shell
but I know the softness inside
I know your strengths, your weaknesses,
the sound your heart makes when you sleep at night
Something beautiful in your soul
no words can describe
Like the perfect love song
you play my heart in perfect time
And wherever you go
my heart follows your lead
I'd follow to the river's edge
descend my heart's reprieve
For your response I'll wait
'til my time here ends
if I find no greater peace
than the comfort that it lends ~
Copyright ©2003 Angela Schofield
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