Thinking of You
Before you came in my life
Consumed by stress, torn by strife.
Now I wake to the reddest hair
Without one worry, or one care.
But here I sit all alone
Waiting for you to come home.
What you mean to me, Where to start?
You made a home inside my heart.
Just one kiss, I would go to the depths of hell
Know I would do anything for you Rachael.
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