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Golden Boy.

My grandson, my golden boy.
Once upon a time he was my pride and joy.

The bearer of my name,
maybe destined to greater fame.

When he sees me, his angel face gets clouded,
his beautiful eyes become shrouded.

What evil deed have I performed?
To be looked upon as a devil scorned.

What's going on in his little mind?
That makes him prefer strangers, instead of his own kind.

Written in a moment of despair, by a loving grandfather.
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valerieke9 november 2011 om 14:38

Lieve groetjes,lang geleden!!!

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ONE LOOK IN YOUR EYES IS ENOUGH

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Knuffeltjes xxxxxx en heel veel liefs van ons
valerieke19 september 2011 om 10:57

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Knowing.

Stealing each others breath away,
gazing into each other's eyes.

Knowing very well, that without one another,
this dreadful feeling of incompleteness never dies.

This feeling called love forever,
is it a blessing or a dangerous endeavour.

I guess we'll never know,
maybe, just maybe we'll have to undergo.
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Remember.

Do you remember the touch of my hand,
on our journey to the promised land.

Although we never got asfar,
we stood still and kissed under many a star.

Do you remember the touch of my lips,
the swaying of our hips.

Do you remember still,the mating of our souls,
of which they say, it will last forever and a day.
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Promise

When spring is still a promise,
and trees are bare.

When morning light is like a tender kiss,
and o so very spare.

When edged on the window panes,beautiful white roses look at you with their frozen stare.

When your eyelids flutter in a steady rythm, your soul aloft to countries rare.

That's the moment my lovely, I want to take you in my tender care, and you, you are completely unaware.
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