The camera of love Aimed at me by You, the director of photography. You reeled me in, Tracking me As I tried to walk away. You edited me Out of the shots of your film Because I was incoherent.
agreed with your say in the sweet poem... like it ... hmm me also there waiting for your comments fairy like poetess...lol
agreed with your say in the sweet poem... like it ... hmm me also there waiting for your comments fairy like poetess...lol