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And

By Billy Johnson


We met online and knew from the start. 

That we felt a bond and a friendship too.

We laughed and wrote and shared each heart.

But I made mistakes and mistreated you.


I made excuses when time to meet. 

And I had a girl who had just hurt me.

I had no idea you were such a treat.

And I don't know love, I'm blind and can't see.


This girl before you, she chilled my heart. 

She's not right for me and disguised my sight.

And I did not see true love from the start.

Yet, you somehow knew this love would be right. 


I did try to run, we both know that's true.

So, I opened my closet and shared my faults.

And I just knew that this would scare you.

This blossoming love would come to a halt.


And you said, "What, that's all you got."

And I said WOW, we're MFEO.

And then I said yes, this girl is hot.

And somehow, we knew this love would grow.


And then I really saw your smile.

We met, and Romeo lost his cool.

I did not know that you could beguile.

But I did understand I had been a fool.


For I love you now and always will.

Yes, I did try to run, then I saw your face.

But that's the past. It is his will.

And there is no fear, no doubt, no trace.


My life is yours, I am your slave. 

I know that's bad, can't help myself. 

My love for you, I'll take to my grave.

I'll give it all till there's nothing left.


See, we think we choose who we're going to love.

But what do we know, we're grains of sand. 

This choice is made from heaven above. 

So, for all of our excuses, our God says AND.


By Billy Johnson


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