Further then you a feather that flys is the shortest distance to my heart. The faster you fly the slower you glide is the namesake that brings me to the ends of the Earth, and where I stand now is the correct arrow that you shoot to pearce my heart that is anything but hate and my utmost passion of love.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2011 18:52
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Excellente! (see, you got rated!) Made me smile....you're too fun, with your interesting fashion of explaining your passion/love. The image is nearly a heart...so perfectly appropriately romantic, adjoining the interesting next segment of your undying romantic avowals to....? I enjoyed, especially the concluding two lines....still smiling!
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
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