Much like mine own,
Thow tongue spawns wonder,
with every word you breathe,
My heart make mimic of thunder,
Mayhaps fool's paradise,
Cause your fool I would be,
in our stars aligned,
if the moon blessed thee,
I would share with you my dreams,
oh the risk that I see,
With trying to make dream happen,
of you belong with me,
About the Creator
Lisa Craddock
Sitting on a stock pile looking for a way to sell witout selling my soul.
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