A Dream

The outpouring
Of love
I must confess
Is a level
Of rendering which
Truly is the best
I have ever
Seen
Yet, it still comes'
Freely,
When contemplating
On
The true animation of love
But I can't say really
              -
That touch is surreal
              -
It is that touch which is
Really of the same magnitude

GF




Which is really of the same
Magnitude

GF
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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