Love is a mystery on
Top of my feet and I
will keep on walking
to loves beat
love messes with your mind
Leaves you no were to hide
Than when all is said and
done leaves you behind
O but love is so
sweet although it hard
To walk to its beat
But if you do it right
With out any fight
than some one might
walk behind
so start your feet
Walking and maybe
You will meat
some one marching
to the same love beat
2007-11-19
12:46:51
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Lily Sawyer
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry