Intense thoughts, like active beings, come and go. Haunt us then flee, leaving ajar the door

The Love of my Life

Give me a pen and a notebook
and I’ll pour out my heart
A pen and a notebook
for the story of my life
A pen and a notebook
and I’ll tell it from the start
My pen, my notebook
The love of my life

© Bonyo Buogha 2010

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