To you my love,
I give
Our future love
I crave
You my love,
I’ll never enslave
For that I strive
you give
For you I won't lie
no fib
Love, nothing more than a
Lingering promise spoken.
A thoughtless toss,
Of an affectionate token.
Love is like a pine tree...
Once its roots take hold...
So will our hearts.
- Authors: Thegirlwhowrites, Michael Edwards, Laura🌻, Johnny Dean, Resa Bronstein
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 26th, 2018 09:19
- Limit: 8 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Category: Love
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