Poetry For Everyday People
What We Do For Love
The strange thing
is? I held her hand
and told her:
I slept in her eyes,
that the moon was soft
beneath her soles,
yet she knew nothing
of this?
fountains cried,
roses and butterflies kissed,
she watched me
catch a rainbow
in one hand,
I even
painted a heart
beneath my pain.
is? I held her hand
and told her:
I slept in her eyes,
that the moon was soft
beneath her soles,
yet she knew nothing
of this?
fountains cried,
roses and butterflies kissed,
she watched me
catch a rainbow
in one hand,
I even
painted a heart
beneath my pain.
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What We Do For Love
What We Do For Love
