The Dialect of Love

March 25, 2020

You are the fire that burns in me, closer to you and me.

We never know what future untold but with you my fire hold.

Fire burning like dove I never knew what is the dialect of love.

When I came to you my soul unites with the one piece I've knew.

In this world full of downfalls and vines you came in light like a sunshine.

- Jomark

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