A ball of the softest gold
Fills up an evening sky
A time when man and woman
Can ask each other why
Emotions are unfettered
There is such scant control
When the heart does yield them
They soon begin to roll
In a way that can't be stopped
By either one involved
If you know why this happens
The puzzle can be solved.
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Author:
dbremner (
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Hi:
Nice, very nice. A fair view of the facination phase in romance, I think 🙂
Happy New Year.
Bye
D
Thanks, glad you like it.
Happy New Year.
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