Before the beginning of time,
Our hearts and souls sublimed.
It was him who spoke verbs,
There, I fell into his words.
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me,
But perhaps it was the moon’s plea.
That was quite a gladness--
Of love and its madness.
Time has come and our soul was bared,
Where voices should be heard.
I knew it,
It was love.
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Archive of Thoughts
PoetryThis book is all the unsaid thoughts, poems, and rants about love, life, and relationship with other people. Archive of Thoughts
