PoeA Poem by She-RaWe do not always reap what we sow, Tis fate that braught you my love such woe, It is you i speak of my darling Edgar Allan Poe, Our thoughts and minds one and the same. yet forever our wild hearts tamed Twin souls missing each other with a glance Know you will always be, a man after my own heart That way we will never have to part. © 2009 She-Ra |
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