Kiss me when the moon is high
Love me till the wells run dry
In your loving embrace
I know there is no safer place
So lets enjoy the glory of life
For soon I will attack you with a knife
Never doubt that my love is true
Or I'll certainly be the death of you.
By Storm
COMMENTS
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darksurfer1969
07:59 Feb 18 2011
A very nice poem,my style of poetry are love poems mostly.That's what I write.
Waylander
20:33 Apr 27 2011
*smiling*