Right now, I want to scream to the world that I love you,
Tomorrow I will search for foreign beauty
Tamyka Bell
To take your hand in mine and walk before them.
It seems as though a secret so beautiful and precious
Should not remain hidden from the world so long.
I understand it shouldn't be this way,
Yet longing for your touch is all I know.
In crazy mystic places beyond these walls,
But thoughts will take me back to you again
For they never really take me far away.
Some people say that words are cheap
But I can find nothing richer
To speak of my love for you.
10 September, 2004
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