you asked:do you think our love can create miracles?
reply:yes, it is what brings you back to me each time.
you asked:can love take us away together?
reply: love can take us wherever it want to.
On every lovely summer days, I find you in the morning sun on blueberry hill; remembering the endless hours spent under the leafless autumn trees; the summer days and the wintry nights, how can I forget. Now... again we've meet, beyond boundaries, in distant places- future -old love awakens because the best love is the one that calls the soul and make us reach for more- that's what you've given unto me. For nothing is ever really lost,the body sluggers, with age and cold- only embers left-from earlier fires which shall duty flame again.
We were like Noah and Allie in olden southern days, we were summer lovers - who you'd dare not separate, hungry for love our bodies very entertained with gashing fires in the moonlight tilting up sparkles of dormant love.
All this time it was what we have been missing, sexual healing, it was our strength, - our strength of being totally consumed.
Consumed with heat, burning inside deeper and stronger-wilder than ever. For seeing the moonlight in your face worshiping your smile-for the first time since 17 years I finally had something to look upon -relaxed, so I've set the place for I know you'd come back someday . Though parent unfold -letters a day untold 365 letters a year hidden from your eyes but it was just for you to realized that old loves never dies, when love is strong it lives on and flourishes inside as wide as summer ducks on the river surface and sand on the ocean floor, awaken by the stainless shillouthe of love and boiling emotions. Love returneth.
Now when the night is still young , i'll be looking at the moon and i'll be seeing you !!!!!
reply:yes, it is what brings you back to me each time.
you asked:can love take us away together?
reply: love can take us wherever it want to.
On every lovely summer days, I find you in the morning sun on blueberry hill; remembering the endless hours spent under the leafless autumn trees; the summer days and the wintry nights, how can I forget. Now... again we've meet, beyond boundaries, in distant places- future -old love awakens because the best love is the one that calls the soul and make us reach for more- that's what you've given unto me. For nothing is ever really lost,the body sluggers, with age and cold- only embers left-from earlier fires which shall duty flame again.
We were like Noah and Allie in olden southern days, we were summer lovers - who you'd dare not separate, hungry for love our bodies very entertained with gashing fires in the moonlight tilting up sparkles of dormant love.
All this time it was what we have been missing, sexual healing, it was our strength, - our strength of being totally consumed.
Consumed with heat, burning inside deeper and stronger-wilder than ever. For seeing the moonlight in your face worshiping your smile-for the first time since 17 years I finally had something to look upon -relaxed, so I've set the place for I know you'd come back someday . Though parent unfold -letters a day untold 365 letters a year hidden from your eyes but it was just for you to realized that old loves never dies, when love is strong it lives on and flourishes inside as wide as summer ducks on the river surface and sand on the ocean floor, awaken by the stainless shillouthe of love and boiling emotions. Love returneth.
Now when the night is still young , i'll be looking at the moon and i'll be seeing you !!!!!
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