Our love was woven.

Our love was woven.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The very fabric
of my existence now....
is based on your hands
that stitched our love
tightly knotted, together.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Oh that's a very sweet write ......

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Torontonian writer of Kuwait descent.:):)
xo
B

8 Years Ago

Lol
Egyptian. And I don't like Toronto. Montreal is more like it. Have you ever heard Montrea.. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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