We

by Romy Rose   Oct 5, 2005


Making love,
Making out.
Then a fight,
It can get loud.

But always it is,
Our peace returns,
The small spark,
Again a fire that burns.

My love,
My dear,
Because of you,
Darkness I don't fear.

Remember always,
I'll give you all,
For I know,
You'll break my fall.

No other place,
I would rather be,
Then to now wake up.
And you I see.

Know,
I'm your shoulder,
Here forever,
Grey 'nd older.

It's our story,
Never a end,
Because second you are my lover,
And first, my best friend

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  • 18 years ago

    by Dreamer

    Second lover, at first best friend... that is so true...