Precious, by X_LUCY_INNES_X |
Precious, When it comes to love, you are the one high above, just as the sacred white dove, for you I'll always love, and may we always fit as hand and glove, It is fate that I will open the gate, to lifes long love and happeness, oh darling isn't it great, for you are my life, |
Posted: 2005-08-01 12:22:41 UTC |
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