Treasured dreams.
Disappearing behind fog of life.
Blurred vision
trying to see through curtain
of falling night.
Mystery promise made
Anticipation growing
Flourishing awaits
In lover’s close embrace
Dark of night turns in
light of day and
flowers smile.
Dreams came true last night.
Counting hours passing by
Anticipation for once again
a passionate night’s delight.
Time passes while
love stays young forever.
Shell ✨🐚
True love grows but doesn’t get old.
We grow old and our love ripens but stays young forever.