From the 💓 Words spread on paper When I start to describe her Who is she I tend to wonder Someone I cannot yet picture
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Words spread on paper 
When I start to describe her
Who is she I tend to wonder 
Someone I cannot yet picture 
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mohamedazumee
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From the 💓 Words spread on paper When I start to describe her Who is she I tend to wonder Someone I cannot yet picture

Why does she hold this place Is this love without a face Just words that created noise Trembled my heart without her voice

Sweet sugar she poured with her pen That a swarm of ants would rush in Why was she different from other women With her words she moved me within

Ordinary and simple were her words But honey dripped from her honest lips That lead me straight through the roads To her warm loving finger tips.

Dedicated to love :) by Azumee

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