Your skin glows like the grape, blossoms sit as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your gitar voice and leaps like a crocodile at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great canary wing.
I am comforted by your cardigan that I carry into the twilight of lap topbeams and hold next to my hips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of aqua.
As my hand falls from my hypster, it reminds me of your chair.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bark of the day.
My heated head leaps to my t-shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret scissors so that we may swallow as one, head to head, in search of the magnificient brown and mystical type of love.
romantic or silly btw? haahhaa
make your own love poems at link
My heart follows your gitar voice and leaps like a crocodile at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great canary wing.
I am comforted by your cardigan that I carry into the twilight of lap topbeams and hold next to my hips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of aqua.
As my hand falls from my hypster, it reminds me of your chair.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bark of the day.
My heated head leaps to my t-shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret scissors so that we may swallow as one, head to head, in search of the magnificient brown and mystical type of love.
romantic or silly btw? haahhaa
make your own love poems at link
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