When I Met You

by Jeremy Weida   Jun 1, 2009


When I first saw you,
I was afraid to meet you.
When I first met you,
I was afraid to hold you.
When I first held you,
I was afraid to kiss you.
When I frist kissed you,
I was afraid to love you.
And now that I love you,
I am afraid to lose you.

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