The beauty of old love is in the hands
interlocking, caressing, all by themselves
This beauty travels like a shooting star
eyes seek eyes beyond the concept of beauty
Not Romeo and Juliet, no far from it
another kind of beauty, love like locks
keys in abundance, memory one of them
no need for a locksmith
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-04-27 01:12:52
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