I was cold, very cold
There was frost in my heart
My soul was gloomy and dark
I wanted you; my passionate magician
I wanted my love, so I beckoned
You, my love, my soul, my world
I got you, felt you, tasted too
My blood was warm and rising
Refusing to mingle with cold
I got you, back from where I’ve lost
I found my way to my world again…
(http://weheartit.com/entry/31035740)
~ Dakshi ~
2012– 22/06
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