True love...?
Is it when I cant sleep or creep, maybe when I cant think or blink, perhaps it is when I want to cry or fly it could be when I dream and hold you in, for a dream without you, is a night robbed of its stars and moon or a woman robbed of her heart.
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Wega
I thirst the art of word painting, just in love. it came to me and now i wish to make it perfect, and i hope to marry my loving poetry till ... do us part:)
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