The heart flutters widly,
As the promise is sealed,
Over and over,
The love is revealed.
Passionately growing stronger,
You feel like you could fly,
Wondering how you havent laughed,
Or began your silent cry.
The moment feels magical,
But too soon comes to an end,
But you love it even more,
When it begins once agian.
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Journal Of The Fallen
PoetryThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years
