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THERE ARE WAYS

When we met you'd been hurt by love,

The pain was plain deep in your eyes;

Punished by its careless push and shove

And being told too many lies.

 

I made a vow as I came to know you

True love would play its part;

Every chance I got I'd show you

There are ways to mend a broken heart.

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◄ HEAVEN SCENT

GRASS ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (18118)

Thu 5th Oct 2017 19:37

Adorable poem.

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John Coopey

Tue 3rd Oct 2017 19:10

You old smoothie, MC. And cheaper than flowers!

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Wardah

Mon 2nd Oct 2017 20:43

Beautiful

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