You are my shooting star.
I can only hope to catch a glimpse of you.
I will forever be mystified by gazing at your orbit.
My wish is for you, to continue your orbit around me, for eternity.
Maeve: That's all it will ever be...an orbit, he is just driving past you, so be forewarned. Trey Sanders is my husband. He loves me. Quit writing romantic poems for him! I frequent your blog, and I am not amused by what I am reading, so be forewarned!
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