I trusted thou well,
A man of words, thy beloved,
Tonight, thou made it happen,
Surprising with a silhouette,
Endure for so long ended ,
Five hundred days counted,
A fondest hope, soft-hearted,
Filled with happiness sorounded,
The way thou bloom, makes thine excited.
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ANGEL'S POETRY
Poesíastop saying ~ do it. don't keep it ~ kill it. #Angel #Story #experience #fantasies #dream #reality
