Man of secrets has a heart of pure gold,
Incessant waiting in dreams for a great life to unfold,
If origami paper folds into a complex gift,
Could fold a paper aeroplane, to catch upon a breeze,
Let it fly to target to bring you back to me,
Close your eyes and think,
A whisper deep inside your brain,
That as life seems out to get you,
Your constant poppet,
Sweetheart, still I shall remain,
Pick up thy pen and write again!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
Man of secrets has a heart of pure gold,
Incessant waiting in dreams for a great life to unfold,
If origami paper folds into a complex gift,
Could fold a paper aeroplane, to catch upon a breeze,
Let it fly to target to bring you back to me,
Close your eyes and think,
A whisper deep inside your brain,
That as life seems out to get you,
Your constant poppet,
Sweetheart, still I shall remain,
Pick up thy pen and write again!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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