Your eyes they doth sparkle.

December 8, 2014

Your face it doth shine.

and if twas my choice,

I would make you all mine.

but fate whisked you away,

so you could not stay.

but if you could now,

I would not know what to say.

first you like,

then you love.

just a kite,

then a dove.

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