Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Harmony

Working these long hours
Which are, like, 65 minutes long,
Shows me that anything I can do for you
Can't possibly be wrong.

I toil and struggle all day,
But you know, it's for you.
And when I get home later,
I'll become renewed.

By your presence, your present to me,
I find my self revitalized,
And at the end of the day, we're together,
Playing harmony with perfect recital eyes.

And through thick and thin,
I know that we have everything we could want
And from the end, to begin, we win,
Even though we never flaunt.

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