Poetry of The Greenfield Cygnus
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Kiss, these lips, of a man who has long passed his prime.
Caress, and re-juvenate, remind him of the time,
his eyes met yours, and in love he fell long and deep.
Re-kindle, the lost love, which for so long has remained asleep
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
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