when it comes to you I wish to sing
out to the heavens and ressurect every
Little corpsey thing
You make life seem like heaven
And Death in one
I love you my darling
My precious
My only one
When it comes to you I wish to sing
To every person, creature and thing
For nothing is sweeter
Then the lovely silver voice
Of yours that rings
To me sweetly
in my ear
when we're close
when you hold me near
whenit comes to you I wish to sing
out to the heavens and ressurect every
Little corpsey thing
A contest entry
- Pen A Poem by 2lullabyhaven.
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Thanks for your entry and yes it rocks like a song...lol
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