I never held his hand, in truth.
I never felt his eyes on mine, I confess.
I never walked beside, nor brushed past
nor fell with
nor kissed
nor hurt because
I only love, as I have ever loved.
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 2:53 PM UTC
I never held his hand, in truth.
I never felt his eyes on mine, I confess.
I never walked beside, nor brushed past
nor fell with
nor kissed
nor hurt because
I only love, as I have ever loved.
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