fly me to the strawberry field,
lez the breezes whisper our names,
itz real when i see myself in your eyes,
itz real when your hands holding mine,
itz real when our skin touches skin, lip touches lip,
the world stops for our passion.....
i am calling, my angel, do you hear me?
you stolen my heart, and my love
posted by ChecheBee @ 1:52 AM
1 Comments:
Wow!!!!!!!!!
Wei, good poem wo!
估唔到!
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