Your Face
memory brings your face to me,
like rapture of the deep i see,
your love enfolds so tenderly,
with-out you time and space,
almost cease to be,
malaise? wont set me free,
can i escape...
Don
re : Asunder "Anne Rutherford"
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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