Poem
Sometimes I lie awake at night
Entertaining thoughts of you
Your smile
And your eyes
All the things I love about you
And as I lie awake and still in the night
Thinking of you
I wonder quietly
Are you thinking of me too?
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw
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