For my Lady.
:thumbup: I have always thought of love as kind of well a hoax, we all know cupid that crazy fellow he will do any thing for a joke. He aims his arrow at every one he sees, the next thing you know loves great strength brings us to our knees. I wrote this little poem just to remind it is not love that alters when it alteration finds.:blushing:
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