every time i touch you,its like heaven, the warmth of you hands and the smoothness of you face like silk every hug you gave was like a new present over and over again because of the kindness and sweetness in them it keep me safe inside.
every look that we seared,there was something in them i always saw it, she never has ,it was love and the friendship that could never go away, the love that kept me going, that was the reason, i still love her, she never ran out of love and friendship, the love i give her can and well never run out. tell the day that i die, and after that
i well never run out of love.
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Written July 22nd, 2005
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Afarin
That sounds a great work,believe me!
I like this part more:
"i well never run out of love."
Keep on writting.
Masoomeh
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okay it's good except for the setup of the poem but seriously who r u?
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wow this is really good!!!! great job!!
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