So far away, So close each day. For her I cannot pray. The day I do, my lip I chew. Cuz people misconstrue. This is my Plea, She's too good for me. This you must agree. Nevertheless, I urge to confess. Thoughts I must oppress. Dark eyes, Seductive Thighs. Silky hair of brown. This her glorious crown. Peace and Love. The grace of a dove. A heart so pure. Nothing to cure. A soul of grace, I long to embrace. These thoughts I pen now. Reading I disallow This I must disavow.Birth sign: Not entered
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