L-O-V-E
Not truly audible, visible, olfactory or tactile; Icy; Undeserving; Complicated as usual; I have faith that he is protecting me; Wheat and stars; Until I die; No matter how close I get I still want to be closer; Nobody can help me but me; L.O.V.E.; Never to be possessed; A rite of passage; The will to live; Present in a fantasy; Cold as the endless winter of the tundra; Not lustful; A mental peace that endures forever;
Copyright © Andre Ribera | Year Posted 2014
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