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On its crystal lines...
Ball of fire...
I am sending you again a letter
Hope to make you feel better...
Red roses, sweet kisses
Photographs, warm embraces...
We wrote the song
Tune is the Love we sing along...
I'm walking alone
Thinking why love went wrong...
Like ice melts on your warm palm
Once it melts...
Writers sometimes don't have the voice
They used a pen instead.
Never to unlove, never to regret.
all of your doubt that you should forget.
When you Love forget about what you could get.
But a pure Love you could truly give.
Talking to much do not always reflects on intelligence sometimes it is criticism.
by Kitty Cat Lady