Sunday, June 7, 2009
What ever will be, will be...
If I could touch you, If I could gaze upon your face, I would not see you, I would see love up close, the living dream unfolded and alive. I would be filled completely by the magic of your smile. No, it would not be a spell cast by a force unknown or one known: it would be raw heat, wild like lightening, but sweet. It would be a thing rare to man, something not hidden, but something unsought because it's feared. Great love leaves nothing to chance. It opens wide all its doors that the breeze may...
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