All she wanted in this world
was a love that she could trust.
The kind of love that wrapped you up
in confidence, not fairy dust.
It didn't have to be truly magical
to make her feel that she was special.
All she wanted was the kind of love
that made her eventually believe.
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In The Name Of Love
Poetry"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
