donderdag, mei 05, 2005

Corny love poem

Not blood,
it is thou name
that runs through my vains

Not blood
it is thou love
that feeds my heart

It is not air
that fills my loungs
It is pure joy
when ever I am in your company

It is not air
that I need to survive
It is you

Don't ever

leave me

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