For YouA Poem by the writer of woe
When all the stars align
And the planets coincide What is left to do Other than loving you? When the wars are won And the profit is none And the mystery is clue I'm running back to you Because before my work is finished And before my energy is diminished There's only one thing I can see through And it's you And even if I don't rhyme For a million days Or even all of time I know it doesn't matter Because as long as I can love I'll give it all to you. © 2016 the writer of woeReviews
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