There is a man of verse, I have met him once and again. He sings to me in my dreams, he comes with me through the haze. He takes my hand, he holds me close. He doesn't want to live without. His longings are deep and his heart is of glass many times pasted back together. Today, he's given me his love. In shaking hands, on bended knee, he's asked me to be the puzzle complete.
© 1997-1998 -
Camille L. Harris
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"A dreamer, Camille seeks in life only happiness and love that should radiate from within and attract from without."
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