Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Saturday, August 25, 2012
The Real Thing
The beautiful prejudice which is love, magnetising and spiritualising. And I walk to you always, I cannot divert my feelings for you and I find your feelings for me difficult to accept. And I have had you very close to me and loved the comfort of your physical self when I have loved you so much that I am almost oblivious to the way you physically are
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