I'm possibly starting to make, another pure blissful, bloody painful mistake... Differently, once again...
Her Symphonies softer than sand; her soul touches deeply. Keeps me warm completely. Makes me feel like a man...
I need a friend, one with couth, I don't ask why, but with you; an unexpected lover comes right behind...
I'm so very lost, the honest truth, I can't even lie, and with you; patience I just can't seem to find... I yearn you for every second that ticks, for every yarn and stitch; in the fabric of time.
At the very root, when it comes to you, I don't dare dispute, so dumb if I do, that there's something so special about you.
But LoveA love poem.
By Troublesome .