
Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry
Love Verse 8 AS XXXVII 11/21/02 Longing for the lovely Lips to speak and whisper. Wind as soft as wings to Wear the heart that's beating, Carry soft caresses Keeping heartfelt dreaming. Hope to hear the voice of Heaven drifting softly. |
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