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There is a beauty known only to the blind There is a moan heard only to the deaf There is a love that only the ugly may be ..

I can be an angel I can be a w***e I can be a devil I can be so much more I can be your canvas If you swear you’ll paint ..

I often dream of you vivid colors red and blue I often wonder do you too? Dream of me as I dream of you.. My eyes close to slee..

Your soul, inside mine Is something I find Superbly divine Like a finely aged wine Soft and sweet As if some treat That only y..

When I see your Mona Lisa smile I'm hoping you'll ask me to stay a while A while a little, A while a lot, As long as it's..

I’m praying now And I’m breaking down in dreams And these things I don’t believe Something like your heaven ..

What truly is love?

Rosy-fingered dawn spies with fresh sunlight After six sweet days, and sweeter nights, To find only me in an otherwise barren bed. ..

Every time I lay in bed How I wish for you to be next to me Simple thoughts swim in my head How I long for this to be How I wish..

A Pantoum for her. You know who you are.