luisa sanchez

(12/11/92 / meriden, ct)

Poor 3.....luv


poor love is automatic
poor love is in my heart
poor love is overstatic
poor love can break apart
poor love is unbelievable
is poor love in you too?
poor love is unpredictable
do yo love me because i love you
poor love is undeniable
poor love is oh so weak
poor love indescribable
poor love is all i seek

Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009

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  • Romeo Della Valle (7/26/2009 6:36:00 PM)

    Dear Luisa Sanchez, Love is love, no matter the situation, it can be poor or can be rich,
    only time can tell if you learn the lesson and move on the right direction and make it rich...
    Like you said in your poem, if poor love is what your are seeking, eventually, poor love is what you are going to find....Love and Peace...Romeo (Report) Reply

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