The Spring Dream

March 1, 2010
The Clear Clue I Obtain when you get near
The smile on your face ignites my heart
The joining of our lips is what I hear
The sum of us become a piece of art

A perfect innocent girl made of pearls
With an aesthetic set of gems and scrolls
Long glimpses that puts me in acid swirls
You, a piece of mind to my broken souls

Then I collided from you by my age
For us the last few days did not go well
You said its time for us to turn the page
Then I fell to my eternal-like hell

Was it my love that grew too old and cold?
Forgive me! It’s your love I want to hold

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