Amanda

Suppose I dont ever let you go
Suppose I hold you till forever
Suppose you own my heart
Suppose you’re my reason to breathe

Loving me would be a dream come true
Holding you would keep me smiling
Kissing you would keep me young
Keeping you would keep me living

Amanda, woman of my dreams,
So young, so fragile, so unique
The blonde that keeps me gazing
A feeling of inflammation triggered

If loving were a crime,
Death sentence would suit me.

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