Nov 11, 2013, 5:55 PM

My treasure 

  Poetry » Love
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I pine to see you once again,

then I'll stop that hopeless pain.

I see you really abroad,

along my differently linely road.

 

I still feel your hand,

and I will feel it to the end.

I live to love you, treasure.

If I die for you,it will be pleasure.

 

© Християна Шаралиева All rights reserved.

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