Senin, 07 Desember 2009

With Every Hope

The moment I’ve set my eyes on you
I’ve never stopped reaching for you
Though my heart may wither in the process
The love it sowed is of the purest


Envious of who owns your heart
I die each day that we part
Assured of how much of you belongs to me
I endear you, darling so true to see.


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