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Jul 27
Her eyes, iris blue
Instant love, how could this be true
Shining like a light, swimming in throws
Let love shine blossom, as rapid karma grows
My former misdemeanors now a thing of the past
As we lay here under moonshine, on this damp luscious grass
Memories of cruelty now all just forgotten
The me of old is history, a man to the core just rotton
Because I have changed and this is all down to you
As love at first sight is a thing of tales,
but really,
can be true.

❤️

JJB
#iloveyou
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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