I LIKE YOUR PICTURES
IT GIVES A VERY NICE AFTER FEEL




FOR YOU I GRIN

FOR YOU I WEEP

LOVING YOU IS NOT A SIN

WHAT I GAVE IS YOURS TO KEEP

WHAT I CARE IS NOT YOUR PAST

I DO NOT CARE IF I AM LAST

WHAT I WANT IS YOU

BUT ALAS, I KNOW IT CANNOT BE TRUE

I WILL NOT PLAY THEY WAY THEY DID

AND BE HATED LIKE THE WEEDS

ALL I WANT IS BUT YOUR SMILE

EVEN FOR A MOMENT, IT'S ALL WORTH WHILE

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( The beginning of Ian's comment-poem when he passed through
this page. I will edit the end of the poem tomorrow and after tomorrow )