Love

May 31, 2015

Seeing that I'm here with you.

Want to hoding you now

with glee.

Saying that i love you so.

Wishing that you were at my door

We know why we love eachother.

Outsiders don't know why.

Because we keep it all inside.

Love. Love is greatness

And powerful.

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