Wednesday, July 8, 2009

From this range

From this range.
I feel strange.
What a change.
A new page.
In my new age.
Like a sage.
The spell you cast.
Forecasts love.
That like a dove.
My love is on the move.
Always above.
This is true.
How I stayed a prude.
For you.

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