My True Love
Along came the thought
on a dark dusky day
Where is my true love?
Oh she has lost her way
yet her smile is blameless
and will forever be
something more than priceless
in... the perfectness I see.
My True Love
Along came the thought
on a dark dusky day
Where is my true love?
Oh she has lost her way
yet her smile is blameless
and will forever be
something more than priceless
in... the perfectness I see.
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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Someday | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
My True Love | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
Where were you | 1 | 12/06/2010 |
Only My Angel | 2 | 11/06/2008 |
Imagine | 1 | 11/06/2008 |
I see.. | 1 | 11/05/2008 |
I thought I could | 2 | 11/05/2008 |
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