I dont want to see the breeze whisk away my love.I dont want the waves whirl away my heart. I want to hear the scale of triumph sing against my bosom.I want the warmth of passion upon my skin. I heed the touch of souls upon my breath.Of memories engraved, of happiness enslaved.I miss you.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
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