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Almost Too Good
by Michael Scott Snyder
The first time we met I could see something in your eyes that
was almost too good to be true.
Then, when I asked you to be mine, our eyes met and I couldn't
say a word, but you took my hand in yours. That is when I knew the
only one for me was you.
When I stole my first kiss from your sweet lips. My whole body
was set on fire, and no mater what we did we always seemed to have
fun.
On the day of our prom we danced, bodies intertwined, in a dance
of love. We stayed up late and kissed to the first golden rays
of the morning sun.
Now I lie in my bed to sleep alone, so far away. I toss and
turn, the only thing I can think of is you.
So I scrimp and save, and work my fingers to the bone to buy
you this ring of diamond and gold. Because a love like ours is
almost too good to be true.
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