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Within The Heart Of The Rose The blush enfolds the richest glosamor at the tip of your fingers that’s where the wonder lingers but thats just the outward adorning go within to depths go beyound the veil you have ventured into nature’s sacred dwelling cool night mysteries rest until the suns warmth leaves a fragrant excited exposoion that ever so gently wafs into the consiscus vessitudes that draw a myrid reponses the creeking tree over the vale this loving tale decribes its host ultimate tender nature so fragil a degign with pedels that there greatest strength seems to be in the pixel colors they produce tilted forever in spectaculars arraying the gradual play of light ever so softly engages delightful excitement would I speak of love then I must call your name nothinng else is so fitting spill forth emotional waves they trully never languish they would only slightly touch the water suface then from this enrichment go forth speaking all that lovers demand and long for it trully resides in the heart of a Rose
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Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
Within The Heart Of The Rose
Within The Heart Of The Rose The blush enfolds the richest glosamor at the tip of your fingers that’s where the wonder lingers but thats just the outward adorning go within to depths go beyound the veil you have ventured into nature’s sacred dwelling cool night mysteries rest until the suns warmth leaves a fragrant excited exposoion that ever so gently wafs into the consiscus vessitudes that draw a myrid reponses the creeking tree over the vale this loving tale decribes its host ultimate tender nature so fragil a degign with pedels that there greatest strength seems to be in the pixel colors they produce tilted forever in spectaculars arraying the gradual play of light ever so softly engages delightful excitement would I speak of love then I must call your name nothinng else is so fitting spill forth emotional waves they trully never languish they would only slightly touch the water suface then from this enrichment go forth speaking all that lovers demand and long for it trully resides in the heart of a Rose
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hal-loyd-denton
American
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
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