Poem by: seven
Submitted: January 07, 2007
The caring kind of heart, you have,
Does not perish, but intergrates with the soul.
That me, in my bull of ego,
In every seam of me.
When ever I hear your name,
You overwhelm me.
/ F /
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Lovely! Short & sweet. I especially love the first sentence...
That's my favorite, also. I do agree with your comment. You guy's are great, thanks a bunch!
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