Truelove
Truelove is as the blue in the sky and the look in my eyes.
As the truth spills my heart may be broken in two
But my soul remains one; as dreams may not come true.
But truelove is something that can not be forgotten
In a week or two
But centuries as Truelove can stop the harsh of wars
And kill the strongest men.
by
Keicy7posted on 05/07/2009
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