My love, my saving grace,
your eyes are awfully blue.
I kiss your funny face,
your coffee-flavored mouth.
Last night I slept with you.
Today I love you so
how can I bear to go
(as soon I must, I know)
to bed with ugly death
in that cold, filthy place,
to sleep there without you,
without the easy breath
and nightlong, limblong warmth
I've grown accustomed to?
--Nobody wants to die;
tell me it is a lie!
But no, I know it's true.
It's just the common case;
there's nothing one can do.
My love, my saving grace,
your eyes are awfully blue
early and instant blue.
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This one makes me think of my Pootie Pie... I love you!
Oh... my Luscious Lulo... November's last day! Where does the time go? A thousand breakfasts later, and there we were, squeezed on the tunneling Blue, separated by a thin man with glasses, only to emerge impatiently to the smell of bacon.
Yum.
wow. that's so beautiful. and so sad. it's romantic.
makes me think of romeo and juliet.
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