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I'm Here
I won't leave you Bluebird
Forever I will be
Your troubadour in waiting
Where no one else can see
My heart is yours, it has been
I penned a little note
Then hid it in a fencepost
So many years ago
It started with an inkling
Resisting, still it grew
I wrote this down on paper
"I think that I love you"
I put it in that secret place
Protected and secure
I wrapped it up in plastic
And hoped it would endure
The elements of weather
The rain, the wind, the snow
It was my first endeavor
At telling you, you know?
I state now for the record
You know will never end
Regardless of what happens
You're more than just my friend
Copyright ©
Andres Luis Bigote
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