The secrets that is held within the summer breeze, is the whispers of the saint we call ourselves,it's the right things we do that never does wrong and to feel this is felt by all around you. I found the place to call myself and I owe this to you and to me.
As easy as a heart break can be a whole and never replaced, it's the surrender we will have to do to be with me, myself and I and you are not to far behind the true passion I feel only for you, yourself and truth that you and I are never a secret and never on hold.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2011 10:58
- Category: Love
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Comments1
La, Jase, but you do write such romantic pieces...She reads and applauds all of them, right? I like the image; it's fittingly meditative, almost like we are dangling our feet in the water as you passionately express your interesting beliefs.....lovely! I enjoyed it!
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