Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Conceptual

L.O.V.E
When I look on you a moment,
then I can speak no more,
but my tongue falls silent,
and at once a delicate flame
courses beneath my skin,
and with my eyes I see nothing,
and my ears hum, and a wet sweat
bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
 
 
True love stories never have ending
 
 

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