He is the only man I have ever wanted to be plainer for.
Beauty can be a show, and he knows it. And a golden heart glows honest through a homely face.
He is the first man I have ever wanted to sing with.
I long to know if our voices blend, but I cannot, yet.
He always seems to be a step ahead of me, crying words my soul will cry when I step forward.
He may never be mine, may never want me. But he awakened in me an earnestness that I have not lost, and for which I will always be grateful.
Beauty can be a show, and he knows it. And a golden heart glows honest through a homely face.
He is the first man I have ever wanted to sing with.
I long to know if our voices blend, but I cannot, yet.
He always seems to be a step ahead of me, crying words my soul will cry when I step forward.
He may never be mine, may never want me. But he awakened in me an earnestness that I have not lost, and for which I will always be grateful.
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