Blue hearts without a feeling
Always tested and never loved
Heart desires always bleeding
Broken glass is the way of love
Dreams of passion become someone
Somewhere in a world not far away
Dreaming only for a wish of love
Today, tomorrow, and for yesterday
Now the letters have been written
Never mailed and there they lay
On the bed and near a pillow
Dear love of mine, I Pray
(09/24/2020)
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