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Love is a precious thing
to let us know
that our love is always true
and that we will never be blue.
A memory on the edge of time
A place where we are so sublime,
A distant dream on a midnights eve
somewhere far from acknowledged leaves.
A place We go
A time in which we fell deeper in love
just like to turtle doves.
We sang our songs and gave our token
to remember one single moment.
It is a feeling that
makes your heart sing.
Whether you are far or near
it is like whispering in my ear.
When you find true love
it is something you
keep within your heart.
- by Holly J St Clair |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 08/12/2010 |
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- Title: Love
- Artist: Holly J St Clair
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- Date: 08/12/2010
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