Friday, 9 September 2016

Love... More ways than one

Muscles tight
No need to fight
I just want humbleness 
With that, comes sight.

No more hurt 
And no more pain,
I am here with you,
Avoid going insane.

My desire is to live
Strife and relish an openness of joy
Love is beauty
Never treat as a toy.

The glory of touch
Shall mean so much
We meet for a reason 
No alcohol, nor treason.

A power of the vibe
Shall always stay alive.
Love in one way or next
Makes everything perfect, no need to vex x

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