If the chains that bind my heart
to yours
Could bind your love to me,
This world of sorrow, pain and strife
A Heaven on Earth would be.
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I stooped to pick a dandilion,
It wilted in an hour.
A lot like life... or love.
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Sunny beaches
are barren icelands
when you're not there
with me.
by R. F-M
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