Love, by Victoria |
Love is like a rose it just grows and grows When it's right where you want it no one else will know. Love is like a flower growing in a high tower If your heart wishes to reach it your mind will not cower. Love is like a motor you can always start over If anything goes extremely wrong then that's the end of your beloved song. |
Posted: 2013-01-29 03:11:23 UTC |
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