Monday, February 10, 2003

Your Love

Your eyes are full of mischief,
Your laughter makes me weak,
And as I tenderly hold you
Your love makes me weep.
Your heart is beating with a jump,
the soul I see is so unigue,
And as I tenderly hold you,
Your love makes me weep.
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