Love Cometh
Love is yet something we have to define one mement there so full and devine the next as well as gone the hope and dear somewhat like a song played gently to the ear and yet so fickle so plain indeed for when it is gone it is love to decieve and yet when we tire of our loveless days and Eternity is too short To utter all thy praise. another shall follow make you weak in the knees they somehow heard all your sorrowful pleas Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 03:05 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"Love is yet something we have to define..."