Love ....
Tis defined by d moments we share
Like the swirlin of the wind
And the awakenin of the day
Tis fresh and cannot be quantified
tis wholesome yet fractioned
Tis tearful yet cheerful...
Love
tis d stacatto to ur stilettos
Offering its pleasures in little bursts
shhhh there may be silences
But making up is filled with brilliance
to my darling gus' val 2010
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