|the friend, the lover, the mate (standard:poetry, 122 words)|
|Author: weaver||Added: Mar 24 2001||Views/Reads: 2439/2||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|written from my heart for someone very special|
in a land long ago in a far away place you held me and touched me and kissed my face the memory of you has been held safely away inside my heart awaiting the day you would come searching a beacon, a light so unmistakably you i would know you on sight i felt you at first and was drawn to your soul a magnet, pulling i lost all control your touch is familiar my skin tingles and glows a long ago memory awakens and knows you are the one as the storybooks say the knight on the white horse saving the day you are the friend the lover, the mate the one i was made for the man of my fate Tweet
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