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When It Comes To YouWhen it comes to you sweet lady, the depths of my feelings cannot be easily conveyed. For they run wild and confused through the maze of my mind. These feelings that I have are like a raging river running swiftly through my heart, and fall over the craggy cliffs of my bewildered soul. 'Til I can no longer decide, do I love you or not. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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