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| The silence of the night keeps me awake and to write this verse that I take in every move that I break |
Hopeless Romantic
The mirrors of her soul that shine
Wonderful as like in shore so fine
Its beauty concealed in a bliss
That makes I to smile so please.
Her sweet curve sets all straight
That i feel to change my trait.
Though I so fine thee something afraid,
That her hear in fear to laid.
Thy love which is lost in plead,
Nothing to give, nothing to lead
For she spend it to bleed.
Her soul hopes no love to feed.
Turn her mirror to look and to feel,
For she need cure for the wound to heal.
Dedicated to: Princess Angelique David
Feautured in :The Circular Catalog
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