Her beauty is warm, but her heart is far warmer.
She is my author and I am her performer.
She writes my tale with her quill and ink,
I’m watching anxiously and cannot blink.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Her beauty is warm, but her heart is far warmer.
She is my author and I am her performer.
She writes my tale with her quill and ink,
I’m watching anxiously and cannot blink.
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