Love, by George Chow
The springe every time we meet,
become a question of mortal cycle in God,
or freedom set the wings with means.
The way as we keep follow through flesh,
flavors of life will either be tempted,
or to see more and far beyon our limits.
I believe the circle of life empowers believe.
Yet the parallel of fate either new or old,
consider the twist and turns we made to destine.
And the power of love,
or the entity of hearts.
Dwell in the lives of tele transforming temple.
We search God.
Decorate our home.
To welcome Holy into our souls.
|Posted: 2013-09-03 08:13:05 UTC|
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