poem jan 14 2013A Poem by nathan
See how she standing before me
her hands in mine reflecting the warmth in her eyes God, what wouldn't I give for her. Her passionate embrace leads me to pray- God let me not be her lesson in what a foolish man looks like. And let her not be my lesson in love lost. AR.
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