Jul 17, 2005 01:08
My love and I
Meet at night,
Our souls entwine:
A lover's embrace.
In her eyes is the Moon,
Two perfect pools
Reflecting Luna's beauty
But far more resplendent.
Her skin: the finest porcelain,
Her allure is absolute,
An otherworldly vision,
She steals my breath.
Her beauty is unexplainable
She is the paragon of love
Is she an angel?
She is my
lisa,
writing,
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seriously.
awww.
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i should do something abouts that.
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