February 24, 2012

Love is his sweet lips kissing me softy as his lips taste like sweet strawberry wine. Having him hold me close and tight in the light misty rain. Wanting him to know I will keep him close and warm on the coldest nights. Knowing we can walk hand & hand on the shores of the beaches underneath the million stars and the brightest "Moon". We will love each other till our time in this "Life" has ended. Written by Anna Baty. 2-24-2012

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