| when she looks at me i become full
tears begin to fall the beauty of her touch beckons me to fulfill her every desire a desire born of love as we lay among the purple and pinks of the fields love is shared in every color of the rainbow she is my beloved my beauty my strength her love is the wings on which my soul soars as we take flight our souls entwine to become one I AM ONE WITH MY BELOVED |
Thursday, December 23, 2004
On Wings Of Love
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