Vonda Overlie (Havre)
Your touch has the power to make me tremble
Never old, always fresh, making me feel beautiful.
You have a way of loving me, none I'd never known
So many flaws... yet you see perfection.
We are in harmony, a beautiful ode to lovers long ago.
Carrying on the tradition of Endless love.
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