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To love
I thought I'd write one for you today,
A sweet poem, the sweetest I'd say.
As pure as as the virgin, As true as the tale.
As beautiful as you look to me, Everyday and every night.
Where did I find you ? I may never know and I may might.
I'd do it for you love, I'd do it for your sweet kisses, your little whispers in my ear,
Your breath on my neck and hand rumbling ...
Monday 27th June 2016 10:15 pm
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