To love you.
Since the very beginning.
Face to face.
I traced your lips.
The glimpse.
Of your lips.
That doesn't slip my mind.
To find my way inside of you.
To be by your side.
And slide my hand on yours.
The ties that bind us.
This love was blind.
Until I met you.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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