Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
I
I can't forget the look in your eye,
the way your heart touched mine,
the smile so sweet, your embrace
of me, the way you love me so.
I can't forget how much you mean
to me, you're my morning and night
and every dream. The way you made
me love you.
I can't forget your flesh to mine,
a moment that last throughout all
of time. The way the stars shined
so bright and how you danced
beneath the moonlight.
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