A mushy love poem that you can just skip over
Hey, there are many things I want to say. I never thought that I'd be the type, to easily swoon.
I’d stick to love, down to the wire, hoping to one day have you rest in my arms, to gaze upon your beautiful face: more precious than the rarest of diamonds. That’s how special you are, not human but ...
Hey, there are many things I want to say. I never thought that I'd be the type, to easily swoon.
I’d stick to love, down to the wire, hoping to one day have you rest in my arms, to gaze upon your beautiful face: more precious than the rarest of diamonds. That’s how special you are, not human but ...