She's a Mate, Not My Mate, But My Soul Mate.
She’s my mate, not my mate, but my soul mate, for her I have endless love, with my love
stored behind heavens door. Like a king with a sword, I can swear, she is one to be
adored, as a charger to a mobile phone, she can charge me with love just from a hug. She
the one I love but she’s a mate, not my mate, but my soul mate.
Tallan J Bent 29.03.10 10:11HRS (c)
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