Feelings strong though the truth unknown. Until thee profess the wounds go on unsown. A poem like a kiss cannot be given back. Lad, give her your heart and truth. Don’t worry! Don’t slack!
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Feelings strong though the truth unknown. Until thee profess the wounds go on unsown. A poem like a kiss cannot be given back. Lad, give her your heart and truth. Don’t worry! Don’t slack!