Love Love is alas a moment's tickle. A shower of reasons into barren minds Would that I had been more fickle. And not thought love was cute behinds. Who cares or whispers of injustice The deed is cast in golden fire. The taste of lips, the gentle kiss Awakens only sweet desire. Love, my friends is... Sign in to see full entry.
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