Truelove
TrueLOve
A Tightening in the throat,
a shifting in the sand.
A movement:
near my heart ------------------when.
I hear ewe name or see ewe name on the letterhead.
A snail mail letter or just an email too.
Anything at all from ewe causes me to change
the way I sit the way I move the way I seem to be.
Completely at ewe mercy is how i want to stay,
i love ewe i love ewe i love ewe
a broken record stuck in a groove
words of love and time to tell ewe
there would be no end to days of love
theres only one thing left to say
TRUE LOVE
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