For her, this heart is penned,
This rhyme won't be the end.
A teeny hope of crimson light,
May thy smile be in delight.
Accept my love, this little token,
Though I've not often spoken.
My hopeful heart will swing,
No matter what shot would sting.
Enough for nights of cold,
Wanting to strike a gold.
Accept my love this hand,
Let's make a lasting bond.
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Beats of the Heart
PoetryThese are some of the random poems that I have made. Some of them are dedicated to particular people while others are mere thoughts during my reflections. All the pictures included in this book are part of a larger collection of my own photographs. ...
