The Fact
Am bent over making a deep impression.
From the sweetness of my sweet expression.
Am contained over painting in your heart my dear inscription.
I am exhausting my thoughts that you may get a clear description.
In your very eyes i see the source of my inspiration.
I am compelled to confess I LOVE YOU for real beyond imagination.
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2015
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