There are many poems on the subject of love.
My heart decided to add to the list. Do I start where it began? Or do I begin where it ended...
Ah, the smell of her perfume as it filled the air assured that she was beside me always, but when the day came where I was to proclaim my affection, I was without words... without logic. Slipping thru my grasp my metacarpals flexed, but then relaxed. Relaxed! A time where I should have said, "Don't Go!" but I was without words... without logic. Words, when you say them, could be three fourth sincerity, and one quarter novelity, or it could be deafened to the sound of a one sided beating heart.
There are many poems on the subject of love,
My heart decided to add to the list.
It started where it began, and it again will be the play my character is looking for.
My heart decided to add to the list. Do I start where it began? Or do I begin where it ended...
Ah, the smell of her perfume as it filled the air assured that she was beside me always, but when the day came where I was to proclaim my affection, I was without words... without logic. Slipping thru my grasp my metacarpals flexed, but then relaxed. Relaxed! A time where I should have said, "Don't Go!" but I was without words... without logic. Words, when you say them, could be three fourth sincerity, and one quarter novelity, or it could be deafened to the sound of a one sided beating heart.
There are many poems on the subject of love,
My heart decided to add to the list.
It started where it began, and it again will be the play my character is looking for.
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