Nina:
It's strange how things happen... you
are trudging through the mundane weary lanes of life when suddenly,
out of nowhere, love walks in and touches your life in a way that you
know that nothing could ever be the same again...
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She's From: ? He's From: ? This poem was inspired by a man I met online, and will meet him in real life, perhaps this Fall. So anyway I thought I'd share it with you.. |
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Untitled
How could a person love another, having
never held them. |
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They say that the eyes are the window's
to the soul. "Jules"
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