My True Love
Along came the thought
on a dark dusky day
Where is my true love?
Oh she has lost her way
yet her smile is blameless
and will forever be
something more than priceless
in... the perfectness I see.
My True Love
Along came the thought
on a dark dusky day
Where is my true love?
Oh she has lost her way
yet her smile is blameless
and will forever be
something more than priceless
in... the perfectness I see.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Someday | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
My True Love | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
Where were you | 1 | 12/06/2010 |
Only My Angel | 2 | 11/06/2008 |
Imagine | 1 | 11/06/2008 |
I see.. | 1 | 11/05/2008 |
I thought I could | 2 | 11/05/2008 |
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