Michael James Kennedy Findlay

(20/04/1988 / Gloucester, Gloucestershire)

Starlight Night


We lay hand in hand, head to head, eye to eye

The stars staring down, as if they were in envy

The moon radiating light upon us, as if it we were a showcase

The passion which was united, a passion of true love

Passion which wrote upon paper, can never portray my passion for you

True passion is like a song, A never ending list of cords and notes

An innovation of a creative mind, written from the soul and heart

A never ending canvas of joys and memories

True passion can never die, it can never fade away, for it lies deep down

You are my true passion, my true calling, my true love

Submitted: Friday, November 25, 2005

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