Time Travel
You hold a piece
Of precious tresure,
Deep beneath the skin,
Kept sacaraid lyes my heart
To love.
For each passing throb,
I beat for you, is another
gate~way of time travel to
yours.
Where I announce my legacy
To the world that you are mine;
and only mine, so back it off lady's
I will fight to the death, for he is not
For~sale.
Copyright © Carma Sanderson | Year Posted 2012
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