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23Apr
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Apr 23, 2008 at 11:30AM So sue me, it's still a great poem.
The Colors Of Love.
by Veronica Romm
The fresh green of the grass.
Your touch on my skin.
Our limbs entwined on the park lawn
as the breeze blows around us.
Hearts are dancing again.
The crisp blue of the water.
Your touch on my skin.
Waves crashing around us.
It is love we’ve been granted and
We have both given in.
Give in to Veronica
by Veronica Romm
The fresh green of the grass.
Your touch on my skin.
Our limbs entwined on the park lawn
as the breeze blows around us.
Hearts are dancing again.
The crisp blue of the water.
Your touch on my skin.
Waves crashing around us.
It is love we’ve been granted and
We have both given in.
Give in to Veronica
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