In his love.
He loves me.dont you see?
he loves my face,
my body,
my grace.
He likes that i dance in the summer rain,
he understands me,
he holds me intil i feel no pain,
he takes my hand no matter were i stand,
he loves only me,
we are ment to be.
Poetry by Dirty-pretty-things
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Written on 2007-07-12 at 00:09
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