Mystic Charm
Every time I see her smile.. the rest of the world I forget...Cause in my mind... maybe she is the best..
Every time when I look.. beneath the shadows of my heart
The thought of her.. makes the music start
Every time I see.. the wind blow through her hair..
I then think to myself.. how much more should I care?
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
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Written on 2009-03-29 at 21:16
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