| Tuesday, January 14, 2014, 7:24:33 AM |
In truth, I miss the days, with soft face in hand In three words, soft spoken, you could understand In love a, too long muted, heart speaks once more Truth escaping lips, a feeling I adore Words lifting veils, until none left to conceal For a moment not wishes or dreams, but real. In three words, a hearts guard falls, and you will see In that heart's breath, no walls remain, only me In three words heard, soul stirring, warm, pure, devine I miss, saying I love you, when love was mine |
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