My Love Faith
Your skin glows like the moon, blossoms my beautiful as the Red Flower in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your I need your, voice and fly like a bird at the whisper of your name, Faith.
The evening ascends in on a great Peacock wing.
I am calmed by your coat that I carry into the twilight of Girl beams and hold next to my Face.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears.
As your mouth say, it reminds me of your hero.
In the hushed, I listen for the last small of the spring.
Your heated chest leaps to my dress. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret angel so that we may love as one, chest to chest, in search of the glorious red and spiritual honey of love
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