Each morning as the Sun rises brilliantly Green
Venus sends her Golden Chariot for me
as Pegasus lifts me up to my love
I die and my Heart grows stronger.
Whenever the Seas grow wings and fly away
I am loved til there is no love
and as the ships still sail where there is no sea
Love is found.....where there is no love.
Styckk
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- Published: November 9th, 2017 11:04
- Category: Love
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