Monday, March 21, 2011

Slave To Love Comments

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As I sit here looking at your picture I remember the love we shared,
The kisses we dreamt about and the touches we craved,
It was an unusual love with no escape, but in each other we were a slave to love
You always kept me running with each beat of my heart as it raced, you were my true love
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Elizaveth Banda
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