by Joanna Hatcher
If Love saw fit to grace forthwith my life from this point forword with the time I'd need to tire in deed from proving the depth of my ardor,
I would have to make a deal with Death to stay a lifetime longer.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
A lover of life and a dreamer extraordinaire. I paint with words and I'm a metaphor junkie. Also a curator of odd, useless facts.
Last updated December 31, 2015