Miles away may you be,
Hours away may it be,
All I see is this ship called clock,
Crawling ever so slow to every dock,
A sailor on it am I,
Waiting as ever to see her why?,
Mad is what they say I am,
I say, her love is all what I am.
Another one by Sandy! Let me notify to my readers that I share good literature! All blogs need not just be mine! Chow!
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Love can be really intoxicating.
Shakespeare is always right in grouping the lover along with the lunatic and the drunkard. BUT, everyone loves to be in that company as a lover.
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