irenio irenaeus bero


The drums playing in my heart
Lullaby of my dreams
Perfection felt and seen
The reason why the grass in my heart is so green
In my farm you will always be the strawberry is pick
Perfect obssesion giving my kingsize love colour
To paint my dreams with the utmost bliss
As my eyes dive and drown in your Beauty.
My heart vibrates with colossal passion
Giving life to my hopeless impossibilities

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 9, 2010

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