Spanish Rose
By poet0angel
Oh, deserts are vast and empty places, a place where love blooms no more. And feelings of loneliness arrive, as others are deprived, of an emotion that is there to lure. Oh, amore! You are nowhere to be found. You're love is as mine, it is nowhere but bound. You can search the seven seas, but never seem to please what is between us. Oh, suenos! That is all this is. A dream but nothing more. Enchanting faces in vast places, our love is a glore. Oh, you are my luna, my estrella, my sol. My spanish rose. Written August 7th, 2001 © on Aug 07 2001 07:42 AM PST 0 • 8
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