love is a flower
waiting for no one
an unfolding colour
a brilliant sunset
if tomorrow never comes
our words of love
written in the stars
on the lips of the wind
on the tears of a thunderstorm
on the murmer of a Dove
speak through eternity
Rabid Poet

Rantings
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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