Thursday, October 28, 2004

Ven aca y besa me.

How is it that, the moment I begin to doubt, you reassure me? How is it that, you see my every word as poetry? How is it that, you make me feel so beautiful? Your every action is at just the right time. And you make my skin feel like a seperate being, apart from me, and crawling with happiness. Your words speak volumes and to my soul.

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