I haven’t known a love so pure.
I don’t have needs, I don’t have a care. What is mine I know will stay.
Every passing moment is a testimony, of my blossoming love, writing this affair’s destiny.
I feel no fear, I need not hold back. To keep my love I need no knack.
That which is mine, will always be. I haven’t known a love so pure. I haven’t known a happier me.
A beautiful poem that captures the moment.
Discovered due to a random jump in cyberspace.
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Bipolarworks:
Thanks. Looking forward to many more random jumps. 🙂
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