Friday, September 25, 2009

My Love

My Love
In silence I miss the poetry
Upon spoken I am melting
In tease I am redden
When stopped I missed it even more.
A sentence provoking feeling;
Nickname followed worth every calling
The feeling is a torment
Together it mend those that broken
Wishing this ends not briskly
Honey will you be with me always and for eternity?

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