I Wish True Love Were Real

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    Love can wait,... When at last the bloom has

    shed, and final petal fall to the ground with its crimson shades of red, vociferations of it's sorrow, eclipse the moon of no sound Will the newness of a lovers dawn, recall how sweet the kiss? or only be forgotten, bygone and merely a product of this? Shall our years...
    LadyGallivanter LadyGallivanter
    2 Responses Feb 7, 2016
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