Sweeps you off the ground.

Time was passing away

Life never the way it used

It’s passion to passing time

Yet I was still alone

Missing the warmth, somebody

Missing the warmth of True Love.

Missing the warmth of True Love

Where could I have gotten this love?

Who could’ve given me this love?

Who else except you my love.

You made ma’ life warm

You gave ma’ life a brand new meaning

All because you gave me love my True Love

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  • sheilanewton on Sep 2, 2011

    Loved this. You write so fluently and so passionately. I’m always delighted by your work, my friend.

  • Elove Poetry on Sep 3, 2011

    thanks sheila…

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