Friday, July 3, 2009

Young Love Comments

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When he spoke of his love, the words flew from his lips
like silver butterflies in the morning sun
And when she heard he was speaking of her, she shuddered
and giggled with girlish laughter, while the pink blossoms
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valerie bellefleur
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Matt Mooney 14 July 2009

For this lovely poem you deserve to be the raven haired girl if you are not already! A love poem for all time-almost a love potion!

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valerie bellefleur

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