O Cutie I MEDITATE on you

O Cutie I meditate on you in the, mid hours of the winter Nights, and you fill the Pages of your diary thinking of me, o Cutie i meditate on you in the, morning hours as the sun rises, and you think of me all day long, waiting for my call, to love someone is something, to be loved by someone is another thing, but to Love and to be loved back by your Love means, everything........ Issac

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