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Wherever you may be,
whatever your circumstances.
I will always be,
right there to help with guidance.
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvYou are my love,
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvmy light my strength my soul.
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvmay the wings of the dove,
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvcarry my beating heart to you.
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvI love you my darling
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvliefje, I love you.
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvMy sweet darling star,
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvleifje, i love you.
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvEven if it may not be so,
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvif you don't love me as I love you though,
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvyou will always and always forever be..
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvmy darling little liefje...
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvMy favourite place to be,
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvshouldn't be hard to guess.
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvRight beside you baby,
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvin all my shameful mess.
Darling, you are my beautiful girl
forever and ever mine.
I will treat you well, treat you right
and our love will shine forever bright.
I love you my darling
liefje, I love you.
My sweet darling star,
leifje, i love you.
Even if it may not be so,
if you don't love me as I love you though,
you will always and always forever be..
my darling little liefje...
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-----------------------------------------------{May the wings of the dove}----------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------{Carry my heart to you}-------------------------------------------------
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There it sat on the table in front of him. The shining coat of polish, the texture of the strings, Enzo's ukulele. He wondered whether to pick it up or not, to feel the musical vibrations sing to him through the hum of the strings as he plucked the notes. He had been writing a song, not long ago that he had yet to strum to, "I love you, Liefje" it was called. Enzo sat there, gazing at the wooden ukulele. They had a long history together, the uke and Enzo. Finally, without unfixing his gaze Enzo reached forward and gently lifted the Ukulele, placing it in his lap. He thought back to the day the Ukulele had come into his possession...
Cried out the leader of the small boy gang.
It was June 14th, back when Enzo was only but a child. He had walked out of school to visit the antique shop. It had only been a matter of time before the bully band had found him and begun their usual names, calling after him with horrid names. It never escalated very far, not further than a small shove, but today was a bad day. The leader of their group had been given a detention, and he wasn't in a very good mood.
Enzo noticed the boys running after him, and knew what was coming. Enzo tugged his backpack on tighter, running out of the school grounds and down the road to find safety. He could hear the footsteps behind him as he ran. The boys were shouting and hollering out at him, but Enzo was ok with that. he was used to the names. What he wasn't used to was the rain shower coming from behind him, rocks pelting down on the road around him. He was afraid for his life at this stage, pelting down the street dodging past street lamps with the gang in hot pursuit. Enzo tripped and fell to the ground, his bags contents spilling out before him. He scrambled to pick up everything, paper flying everywhere. He snatched everything and shoved it into his bag, not carin gif the paper ripped at this point. A rock caught him on the cheek and sent a slight flare of pain through his face. It wasn't that bad, but still enough to send him into shock along with a few of the other boys. He turned slowly towards the gang, papers clenched in his shaking fists. He looked at the boys, all of them stopped to stare at the leader who was walking forwards with a rock in hand. Enzo began to cry and back away slowly. He just had to find shelter, safety away from the boys. Enzo turned and ran, the boys no longer chasing him. Tears flew out in a stream behind him as he ran towards the Antique shop to gaze at the only thing he could ever want. The Ukulele.
Enzo arrived at the Antique store, the Ukulele sitting in the window. He stood there staring at it through the glass when the door clanged as the owner came out. The shopkeeper walked towards Enzo and saw where he was looking, bending down to Enzo and wiping away the tears. Enzo looked up at the shopkeeper and the two looked each other in the eye. Kindly, the man asked Enzo,
More tears began to fall from Enzo's face in pure joy and bewilderment.
The shopkeeper went back inside, returning with the Ukulele in hand.
"It is now yours, keep it safe.." Enzo quietly whispered as he strummed the Ukulele given to him many years ago. The memories slowly faded from the front of his mind as he brought himself back from reality. He gazed down at his Ukulele and smiled. He had his Ukulele, and his songs. Nothing could ever take that from him, for Love was strong within him.
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