Dear Princess. . .
I found our lovey dovey pictures
In the basket of nature
Sprinkled with the confetti
Stolen from the dance of a ball ready.
Those days when you were the vessel
Purely curled to roll on the eves of Christmas.
The green leaves solemn in the fall
Of my mind, as you stare into the skies.
I will not be able to find the stars
We found together.
The sole of my feet grows weary from wandering
To find the perfectly perfect, smile et curve.
Where you don't worry or cuss.
But sorry, I lost the love purse.
Dear Princess. . .
I saw you the other day laying in comfort
In the breasts of my mind,
Under the hot beach sun
As I swivel the hair under our love.
Find time to come home,
Find time to write home.
Don't forget our stories,
The one I cannot tell again.
The memories are heavy
Swinging me to be swollen in the back.
I cannot dare your love
Because it has chosen the heart of another
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