LoveA Poem by keeper_of_deathLove is what keeps some going, Love is what has caused me to stop moving. Once the love of my life walked out, I thought that I would just die out. Now that i run free, I can not decribe my gree. My life has showed the way, Now I must show it my way. Love is what almost killed a man, Love is a mystery that no man can understand. © 2008 keeper_of_death |
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Added on July 10, 2008 Author
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