©2012 David Moody
My sins are many,
And my virtues few
But I cherish every moment I can spend with you
Your hands are cold,
But my heart is warm
You are the calm I can find inside my mind
And then you are the storm
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I love the way your mind thinks, I think. I think I understand, but who cares I love you anyways! You're all I've ever prayed for and more. Somebody up there likes me!
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