I cannot count all the reasons why I love you One will come to mind & A hundred will follow It’s much deeper than a present Or your clothing that I borrow I’ll look into your eyes & my mind will be a
Looking down at the flames Causes tears in the eyes It’s warm down there But the clouds are right Bubbling below is the bustling city life It felt like home Until you moved from the lights Home is whe
I can only write ‘properly’ When I use a fountain pen When other pens are in my hand I lean against my ring finger In my right-hand - Is it still called a ring finger? My thumb holding it in place M
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