Every Valentine...

Slip your hands into my fingers
And let's enjoy the memory that lingers
Stare heavily upon my dying eyes
And watch me slowly melt like ice
These are a few of the things that I love
Every Valentine we ascend the clouds above




Poetry by Emesakoru, Emmanuel
Read 645 times
Written on 2005-11-22 at 10:33

Tags Valentine  Love 

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