January 13, 2008
primroses how sweet
that my lover gave to me
blossoming in the moonlight
what a rare sight to see

the sweet scent reminds me
of what life used to be
but you took it all away
when you kissed me tenderly

true love rarely blossoms
like primroses you see
but under neath the moonlight
even a blind man can see

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