by Unknown
Oct 2014 355 Views 2 comments
WHAT ELSE IS THERE. ..
Love is life, but without you..who am I?...
With only half of my being I yearn to convert I unto we..
Only then will life embrace us into its whirlwind of love... but I must be We..
and We must be Us...
Love is life, but without you..What else is there?
These summer days even the scent of pine is nomore.. beyond care a place where tears do not well. oh, how I am trying to hold on..but without you..What else is there??
With only half of my being I yearn to convert I unto we..
Only then will life embrace us into its whirlwind of love... but I must be We..
and We must be Us...
Love is life, but without you..What else is there?
These summer days even the scent of pine is nomore.. beyond care a place where tears do not well. oh, how I am trying to hold on..but without you..What else is there??
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Posted: Oct 2014
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