The one who has been captured
Like a fresh fragrant dream,
The one who came, who saw
And the one who conquered,
The one who walked with me
When I was sad, and tired,
As peaceful as the moon who is
And as harmless as the dove
They call him love, my love.
Labels: love, Poetry
1 Comments:
love love and pure love i found here :)
By delhidreams, at 12/29/2006 12:53 PM
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