W.B.Fictionspirit :
I woke up in a Great Depression,
A quiet shadow in my chest,
A heavy pain without expression,
A heart that could not find its rest.
I thought the ache was built to stay,
A permanent and frozen place,
Until your laughter cleared the gray,
And light returned upon your face.
Your angelic voice, your gentle smile,
Eased the weight I’ve carried long;
They made me pause a little while
And remember how to hear a song.
You have the kindest, brightest spirit
That I have ever known or met,
And if there’s joy, and I am near it,
It’s from the benchmark that you set.
I’d spend the rest of all my days
Just working hard to win your heart,
To find a hundred different ways
To make sure we won't be apart.
On everything I love, I swear:
The moment that you say I stand a chance,
I’ll pack my life and travel there—
To England, for a true romance.
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