Love, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

Love is beckon of moment peace and happy lasts.
Its the time you realize with God and know love means.
There is no cling with next words of expectations.
Its a long roll playing questions and answers for unity.
The only difference is the flower that made your smile.
Its perpetual in time we missing each other's breath..
Longing God's next ink smell..
Posted: 2016-09-21 03:58:52 UTC

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