Friday 7 October 2011

Mine

When most happy,
when most content,
words fail me,
words don't exist.

Because I love you
baby
I love you
baby.

With art running
deep in mud,
the heart
poisoned
and nothing
but a hark,

I love you baby,
I love you baby.

You're the first to inspire,
to help me be free,
you know no rules,
no bounds,
a perfect
entity.

With no darkness,
I fail to say it
right,
but really,

I love you baby
I love you baby.

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