New MeaningA Poem by Andre Peterson
If I followed my wildest dreams.
My heart would be full. full of laughter, chilly nights and a song to sing to you. Each day would bring new meanings to what we call love. Through darkness and the rain. I would never feel old. Unafraid I'll stand with nothing to bring me down. Nothing that is unless I somehow feel sad. No sound of laughter. Chilly nights all alone. No songs to sing out. Only this new meaning of love.
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