My Love
By Petra
He came to me in a dream, filling me with joy, yet filling me with agony. His touch could heal me, his look could break me. He was with me, then he abandoned me. He was my shield, yet he was the sword that stabbed me. He is my love, he is my hate, he is my security, he is my fate. Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 11:48 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"He came to me in a dream, filling me with joy, yet filling me with agony. His touch could heal me, his look could break me. He was with me, then he abandoned me. He was my shield, yet he was the sword that stabbed me. He is my love, he is my hate, he is my security, he is my fate...."