For thee mine eyes have long nights cried, your heart, my soul, epitomized. My soul for thee an open book, but from which some pages took. Regret, say I? These pages gone, were I to know you'd come along? Nay, say I, 'twas time well gave, for you, this battered heart to save. --<<-@ PoetryGirl
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I just enjoy writing poetry. Visit my poetry website if you wish: http://www.geocities.com/Paris/7257Birth sign: Not entered
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