HER Love IS...A Poem by andrew mitchell
Her love is......
When she... Satisfies my hunger Comforts my soul. She's the blood Running through My veins. She carries me through time. I am whole. My LOVE, her flower Her LOVE, my water. Without her I slowly wilt And die.... I just wasn't Born to live Alone and die .......................unloved.
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2 Reviews Added on April 24, 2015 Last Updated on April 24, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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