Love letter # 622
As the sun shines, it goldens the lights in your hair. In the rainfall, dew on your skin, a gaze so softly cast. When the night comes, tender, the scent of touch, and the quiet breath of knowing. Still. With you. Always.
Love letter # 622
As the sun shines, it goldens the lights in your hair. In the rainfall, dew on your skin, a gaze so softly cast. When the night comes, tender, the scent of touch, and the quiet breath of knowing. Still. With you. Always.
