Prism
By Irishclam
My thoughts are coming together like a dozen crimson roses; beautiful in stature, pure as love. Lightning strikes the timber outside the window. The window of our lives, for the rebirth of our hearts. My heart skips beats, .....breath races, as I suddnly realize, I found the one for me. Music is my rainbow, And you are my pot of gold. Now there is no more thinking, ....../I do love you. Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 09:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"My thoughts are coming together..."