What can I say
That I haven't said
A thousand times…..
Deep outburst of the heart
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I guess your can't sleep huh non of us can if reality is better then fantasy.
Well I could never call this love of yours fruitless Romeo, because it produced a sweetly lamenting romantic poem to end my weekend on. Thank you for posting it...off to bed to dream a dream come true. Tai
solitude is the pride of love......... the melancholy always carry the truth of love.....