PP (07/23/1956 / United States)


He wanted love, or so it would seem.
Love to fill an empty void, caused by shattered dreams.

She wanted love, or so it seemed. Love to stop loneliness creepings, like a slow haunted dream.

It was sweet surrender clinging together, in each other arms.
Now they have love. Love is never being alone.

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