Oh!at last hath asked thee,fall thine heart for.... And days of love begins,Thou ask thee love more. But best bestow do care,And love gets all grow.... And thou stay all same for,Am alone,by every throw.
Thou magic all what else,Not did ever before thine.... And thee searched everywhere,One love call be mine. But world worthe never mine,When ask for all return.... And thou near such to thee,Stolen heart wouth warn.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Poem is written for the one imagination of love one seeking to have manner by thirsting to have in life....
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