My Valentine
He will come like the wind
He will sweep me off my feet
He will be strong, handsome and wise
My love
My man
My valentine
My Valentine
alejapoet commented on My Valentine
03-06-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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