Being with you,
I am broken,
Released from my own self imposed feministic views,
Because of you,
I was made a liar
Forced to look into myself, to admit
Fairytales are real,
And that’s its ok to feel,
Dreams can come true,
I have been corrected,
Put in my place,
Your subtle sweetness,
Obvious kindness,
Developing love for me,
I never believed it could be my reality,
I’ve been a fool,
Who would think that such an imperfect world could produce,
Something so pure, in us.
With you, I’ve been placed into uncertainty,
Changing my world, you are my light,
Now I confess,
I Kizanne James pretend love cynic,
Is addicted to you,
You are amazing,
And I am enchanted,
Placed under the spell of your touch,
You inspire me,
Now I see that silver lining,
Who would have thought?
I confess,
All things are possible,
Regardless of where things may lead,
I have faith, in happy endings,
You have exposed me,
Now humbly I wait to love you, to make you happy,
My vision is clear,
I am contented and elated,
God has sent me an angel.
Copyright © 2009 Kizanne James
Written for Anton Small
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