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by tsl30 May 24, 2008 category : Love, romance / love is
The sweet smell of flowers, drifting through the air, Looking into your eyes, a breeze that ruffles your hair. You tell me all your stories, the ones i care to hear, Of all the adventures, of the things that you keep dear. We walk along the creek, holding hand in hand, Touching each other with care, lessons for each to understand. Forever we will walk, to hold each other close, leaving all the world behind, allowing our love to grow.