My first and last love

November 3, 2009
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His eyes are warm like the summer heat, for when I look at him I must take a seat.
He glows in the sun and slows at night, I fill with fright when he leaves my sight.
So much to learn before I take that turn. Does he see what I see?
Our souls are now broken which is no good token. But forever on when we seek dawn, we will find the dove that showed us love.





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