The beauty of can not have, by George Chow
There is intimacy the way you look in my mind.
I believe you know better about time,
and I know better where to hide.
But God mind all that he gives,
instead the intimacy of what has been.
So only when sacrifice offer to our memory,
we miss how true love mates once again.
With a life she finding her next impression to him.
He is just living in a changing world confessed.
May love be left in righteous.
May love be forward in beckon.
For the beauty of can not have.
|Posted: 2014-09-12 12:27:29 UTC|
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