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.
Friday, 7 October 2011
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