Thought are the one whom the sun sets for. The one whom the moon rises for. The one who walks tall and rides those knowable stead for love and compassion through the dark nights with the slow low glimmer of the moon the silver lining to any occasion that will have the most problems is that the night will rise near the end and so will the moon and there you will be holding the hand on my right arm as we walk to the galaxies never to return for if we do the harsh reality will return and our love will be broken FOREVER.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Words of love
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that was amazing...beautiful...
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