Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Loving you, is like loving writes mine,

Loving you dear
Is like loving your art
Your blue ink
As she flows on white
Your writes going on
Like a churn...
Forever,

Loving you dear
Is like loving your many lives
As your blue
Writing happy moist few
On my soul
Flooding the cupcake
With sweetness never found...

Loving you dear
Is like living life fair
With art of me
Living the same
As if living with you in many names...

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