My darling, for you.
Do we know how to separate love from obsession? They often know to find their way to each other, going hand in hand like star-crossed lovers.
I would place thousands of words or more side by side aSo that they reached the mountain spire bThe words of beautifying connotation applied. a So many superlatives for your beauty to attire. bEach st...
Love is when the sky is red, and pink, and blue sometimes...
It doesn’t always have to be grandeur gestures.
the first time i saw her i thought “she is a field of flowers”
A poem about beauty and adoration.
And what's more beautiful than space, am I right?
Your hands aren't as warm as they used to be, when we were alive our souls burned and lit us from within,
Caress me with your passion Embrace me with your adoration
I wouldn't say I like the way you smile, your eyes, or the way you entice without even trying.
Do we know how to separate love from obsession? They often know to find their way to each other, going hand in hand like star-crossed lovers.
I would place thousands of words or more side by side aSo that they reached the mountain spire bThe words of beautifying connotation applied. a So many superlatives for your beauty to attire. bEach st...
Love is when the sky is red, and pink, and blue sometimes...
It doesn’t always have to be grandeur gestures.
the first time i saw her i thought “she is a field of flowers”
A poem about beauty and adoration.
And what's more beautiful than space, am I right?
Your hands aren't as warm as they used to be, when we were alive our souls burned and lit us from within,
Caress me with your passion Embrace me with your adoration
I wouldn't say I like the way you smile, your eyes, or the way you entice without even trying.