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[________rejoice]

you are the sonnet i am singing
with my pen clenched tight in hand
youre the intoxicating smile
its not just me intoxicated
you are the poem i am writing
but i just cant find the words
you are the joy that i stopped hiding
there was no reason to bury it

and i thank you for these days
they keep my head on tight
and with your hand in mine
theres no telling where we can go