Fates Hold
Love is a conquest, a journey
A story waiting to be told
Next years best seller written to be sold
So hold my hand love me here
Let our lives become apparently clear
Understanding love holds me cold
It creeps up inside of me growing old
Steals my common senses leaving me without a care
And then again on a whim
The cards are dealt with carme'dem
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
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