O Love
You're slowly killing me
With every kiss
In your arms
Is where I'll die
O Love
One passionate rose
On the bed you lay
The question is
After I die
From your love
Would you hold me
Until the next day
O Love
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
A love poem that speaks of life and death and the passion that goes with them. Nicely done
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