To My Dearest One
o thou beautiful flying dove
please send this message to my love
tell her if her heart is broken
then i will pick the pieces
flowers are roses
i miss her kisses
i yearn for the nectar of her skin
for she is my beauty queen
love they say
do not cost a thing
so no matter what they say
my love do not care
about having an affair
i miss your smile dear
hope we will meet again somewhere
Copyright © Matt Starking | Year Posted 2014
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