Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Hold on to our Love

Sings>Here in my heart is where dreams begin, where love found a place, when you walked in. My life shall never be the same, as my soul feels the daily heat of the flame.
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I gathered the moments and I quickly compiled , the laughter and joy from the very first smile. I reached out to hold you and you reached on back and that my love is based on fact.
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Sing it loud, whisper low, the feelings won't go, minute by minute our love continues to grow.

Sing it loud, whisper low, the feelings won't go, minute by minute our love continues to grow.
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Here in my heart is where dreams begin, where love found a place, when you walked in. My life shall never be the same, as my soul feels the daily heat of the flame.
~
I gathered the moments and I quickly compiled, the laughter and joy from the very first smile. I reached out to hold you and you reached back and that my love is based on fact.

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