The o holds us, all three, you me lovecircling condensing.you lose meand there's onlyyou and loveBut love's too longand soon love and I will vie for placeas you chase the osinking into a black hole.
aww, that's sweet.
I placed my tiles on the flesh colored squares, carefully staying within the white borders. L O V E = seven points. Unoriginal yes, but it was all I had.My hands moved away from the board to indicate I was certain of my choice.Shyly, I raised my eyes to look at my opponent.Gabe’s green eyes held on to mine for…ever.“Y O U = six points,” he smiled. “I think you just won.”
B. I'm not sure if the "I" or the "o" won out but I love the poem!! Deb, AWWWWWWWW.
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