THE BEST WORDS IN THEIR BEST ORDER. "If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all." -John Keats.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
O MY LOVE
O dear you are my heart throb, you are so sweet and hearty that I like, you are so gentle and romantic that I adore, thus you live in my day and night like a dream.
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