love romance
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I listen to my songbird sing
Until the chiming bell will ring.
When loving him,
I have no choice but to
Yearn to hear his silky voice.
With charcoal hair and a sweater of cyan,
As the sun goes down in the Western sky, the stillness, the familiar quiet, another day begins to slip away, devoid of fanfare, as the clear blue-sky melts away into a quiet symphony of magnificent hues, a familiar calm, a synchronized peace, natu
I just woke up today with something I have to say
It seems there's no other way...
I remember the first day when we first met
I was left with plenty of desire and fire never once thought of any regrets
When I'm feeling up,
my pen won't hit the paper.
All my ideas fly away
with no hint of return.
