Your Love

May 22, 2009
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Your love is like a flower blooming
Your stare is so consuming.
Your touch is someones pain
Your love is my sharade.
The world cannot compare
But little would it dare.
Your sent is my air
Your touch is my tear.
The world should die
With you an I.
Wrapped around like two tied shoes
But little by little we do come lose.

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