Treasure Island

Sandra Marie

(January 12 1993 / Manhattan)

Hear My Confession


I feel myself surrendering,
Every time I see your beautiful face
Hear My Confession.

You are the air that I breathe
you are the one for me
So hear what I say.

I have been blinded
by the truth,
I ignored everything about you.
Now hear my confession.

I can't let you go
Every time I see that beautiful face of yours
Please Hear My Confession.

I stand beside you
My beautiful Love

So hear my Confession

Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Edited: Thursday, July 09, 2009

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  • Pablo Forever (1/22/2008 7:20:00 AM)

    Lovely read Sandra, I know how it is to confess my love of someone so beautiful that I stand in awe...I hear your confession (Report) Reply

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