Love Garden
Tenderness,The sound of your voice,
I'm helpless,
It makes my soul rejoice
It's rich with promiss,
That our union will be beautiful,
And our love garden plentiful,
Cultivating hope in my heart
Love Garden
Tenderness,gogant commented on Love Garden
11-26-2009
11/26/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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