Where Are, My Love?
Where Are, My Love? When I rise in extasy where are you, my Beloved? When my soul is dragging on the floor, Where are you, My Beloved? I need to touch and to be touched. So, where are you, My Beloved? Sign in to see full entry.
Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul: Where Are, My Love?
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