I WAS lost
— when i died
from love
A victim of faith
and sincerity
bringing home
— reality
As flowers bloom
— beneath the sun
only words and acts
alone won’t lend
the magic that love
— upon depends
But within my heart
— the romantic lives
and knows one day
— here will she be
and then I will know
— she is my love
–01/25/2013–
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