To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, ‘What is it?’
Let us go and make our visit.
ღ The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot ღ
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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Whenever life seems to drift you away from me, I can't help but cry. You've grown to be such a part of me that without you life is no more than a desperate sigh. They do say love comes and goes, and to that I disagree. So, here's my hand, take it and don't let go of me.
1 comment:
I am yours and I will never ever let you go darling.
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