No TitleA Poem by Ruben tovar
Your touch is warm like the spring breeze
Love like yours never gets old The way you do your hair really gets me When you cry it's gets me on a hold I promise never to let you go I will always appreciate the way you treat me And you appreciate the way I treat you Never forget and never regret how far we come I will be here till my time is done © 2016 Ruben tovar |
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Added on September 10, 2016 Last Updated on September 10, 2016 Author
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