Saving Face

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    Saving Face
    Saving Face
    I see the way you look at me
    And know I'm looking back
    You did give the heart to me 
    A heart that I did lack
    Know I plan on living
    A life I live with you
    Know I plan on taking hand
    On little things you do
    The way you slightly lisp your words
    Is too much I can bare
    I could stare into you're eyes
    Forever I would stare
    Lose myself within the gaze 
    That I fell so hard for
    I buy a ring that I choose
    Because I'm wanting more
    You have mine, I hope you know
    You have my soul my dear
    To be beside you're side today
    Or even just be near
    I would take a life with you
    And I would never stop
    Forever falling over you
    A never ending drop
    So my love, I ask you this
    The world is yours to see
    A never ending drop with you
    Will you marry me?
    I see the way you look at me
    And know I'm looking back
    You did give the heart to me 
    A heart that I did lack

     
    Know I plan on living
    A life I live with you
    Know I plan on taking hand
    On little things you do


    The way you slightly lisp your words
    Is too much I can bare
    I could stare into you're eyes
    Forever I would stare


    Lose myself within the gaze 
    That I fell so hard for
    I buy a ring that I choose
    Because I'm wanting more


    You have mine, I hope you know
    You have my soul my dear
    To be beside you're side today
    Or even just be near


    I would take a life with you
    And I would never stop
    Forever falling over you
    A never ending drop


    So my love, I ask you this
    The world is yours to see
    A never ending drop with you
    Will you marry me?

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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