phoebelll25
10-02-2009, 07:52 AM
Like a dew that covers the blade,
Like a river that bathes the maid,
Like the truth that follows a saint,
You are there, kissing, touching, feeling,
Not me, not mine.
By Eph, 10.2.2009
Missing my teacher, yet trying to forget meanwhile
Like a river that bathes the maid,
Like the truth that follows a saint,
You are there, kissing, touching, feeling,
Not me, not mine.
By Eph, 10.2.2009
Missing my teacher, yet trying to forget meanwhile