mandag den 31. oktober 2011

Rhymes of Rove.



Some say love is a river, 
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love is a razor, 

that leaves your soul to bleed. 
Some say love is a hunger, 
an endless aching need. 
I say love is a flower, 
and you are the only seed. 






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