My Poetic Device
Life through an emancipated mind. Be Free.
Monday, February 2, 2015
My heart is young
The night is fresh
Your love is mine
Forever to hold
Your kiss is fine
Your hugs bold
What am I to do
With feelings that cannot be told
Your gazing eyes
So bright
Looking into mine
This
sublime
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