LoveA Poem by Pólfor those people who don't realise they are special I love
when rain pounds the earth for days and days relentless letting all the little insignificant burns and streams feel what its like to be a river powerful and wide for just a little while. That same sensation of pride and meaning beyond my gift and senses I felt that day when I heard you say; "I love you". © 2013 PólReviews
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Added on October 3, 2013Last Updated on October 3, 2013 Author |