Love is

by crix   Oct 18, 2005


Your hair is like a blosum through the air with you smile making me
drop to the ground. When you fall into my arm with you saying i love babe
never wanna loose u. While you wait for thier first kiss on the lips
with all of thier love pouring out of thier lives. so you think this is great love
of my own at last.

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