Love Poems
A beam of affection
You left just for me
When you release the hand grip
You tread the distance from me
Now grow a miss
Meets in the liver pages
Whispering always ask
Where do you earth departure
A beam of affection
You left just for me
When you release the hand grip
You tread the distance from me
Now grow a miss
Meets in the liver pages
Whispering always ask
Where do you earth departure

