Find a secret place
To fall in love
To get lost, to wander
To never be found
Find a different time
To lose yourself in
To stop counting dates
To let moments run their course
Find a good person
To know completely
To whisper secrets to
To adventure with
And when you have found all three,
Bury a treasure map
Go back to the start
And fall in love again.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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