Passions fire burned so bright
Like the moon on that lust filled night
Wonder how this came to be
How could it have been you,
and not me?
We sang a song so kind and true
I couldn't help but fall in love with you.
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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
