Those searching for love sometimes have no idea how close love can discovered
One day I had a dream.
My hands holding on to yours,
We walk through a distance.
I whisper into your ears,
The message from my heart.
You were so excited,
You lean unto my shoulder.
You handed to me a flower,
A symbol of love.
You made a promise to me,
To love me forever.
I inscribe on the wind, the mighty strength of love.
You promise again to me
To have faith in me,
It is not a joke.
Dreaming about loving you,
I will surrender every gold for a prize
To prove my love for you.
When you have my dream too,
About mighty strength of love,
I will whisper into your ears the message from my heart.
Good love poem. I don't want no more love in my life I had enough with Tom and am no satisfied with my computer and cat. At 63 I don't need to see anyone go downhill like Tom did, He was very self destructive. I used to be too, but learned my leason one time was all it too, That ended it, I did not want to hurt my family by bing stupid. Things are alright with me now. I have AGAPE love, God's love for everyone though.
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