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undoubtedly our love is from the

born and died, noew returned from

the beyond
tbe times and customs may differ

from last
we spoke, but never changing is our

we'd waltz, to tunes reaking of

love letters, and sentiments of the

twirling in vintage lace and

onto canvas screens of oil painted

now you'll slide your arm around my

a debonair move stifled with a yawn
and one morning, months away,

you'll murmur
three words, that suddenly, on you,

Through time and sace we have

found each other
I am yours and you are mine,

sweet lover

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LunaWingsFlyAway said...
Sept. 3, 2010 at 12:34 pm:
yayy im the first person to comment....and aww thts really cutee...
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