She stole my heart
we are beautiful like art
till death do us part
an abundance of romance.
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Poems Upon Poems
Poesía"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
Stolen
She stole my heart
we are beautiful like art
till death do us part
an abundance of romance.
