A Tiny seed
My love for you started out like a tiny seed. It started out small, but grows every day. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, make my love for you grow each day. Just like a mighty river that runs down through the sea, but my love for you keeps growing. we were meant to be.
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this is my first poem I have ever wrote, and please tell me what I did wrong and how to make it better!! Thank you!
2007-01-31
13:52:20
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