I'd rather it be your lips than this skies.
I'd rather it be your hips than this mountains curves. I'd rather it be your ***** than this full moon! So I go thru the presence and appreciate it. As I dream and fantasize, while working towards it's victorious possibilities of the can be. - I'd rather it be you. swoo

I want to drown in your essence.
Synchronise with your soul.
Until we are one mighty force,our little universe. - The Mad Romantic. -Swoo

She possesses a spirit of a *******.
As she possesses me swiftly without any calculated effort.
I'm gone, doubled flamed now, more than ever.
As I proper re call...... I've never been a lone since I felt her.
A ******* Spirit - Swoo

She used to be celebrated. Thru water splashes, river streams and water fountains.  As the mountains changed to their greeneries. A scenery that always compels true children of the planet to want to run across it's open fields. What happened to her Joy's ?Nothing really. There's even rumours about her even forgetting her origin's. Truth is thru climate change, She also evolved way passed the comfort norms of the rest of the human species. As the rest of the nature side still rejoices while the plants, trees, flowers still flourish. With everything else still sticking to their traditions she's still celebrated. Spring - Swoo

From the very first day I saw you. I never lost sight. A normal human being at that point and then  magic was born from the moment our stars aligned and it's a been magic ever since. A rare type of rose which possesses feels of beautiful melodies on interludes. A rare type of rose -Swoo

I've been binded by the bonds of authentic love.
Thru time all the artworks that ever surpassed the feels of ordinary emotions  had some type of frequency of her in them.
I've used her vibrations as a drive, and inspiration.
Fell for her light and  that wavy vibe as it had me all wavy bunch.
So i stay ravaged savagely by all of this raw emotions. Holding her hand untill we can no longer hold each other spiritualy or physically. Only she can release me. - Swoo

Even as a statue without being hand crafted by the architecture she would mach it. Molded in a sway like detail, whoever designed this woodworks would be amaized howmuch she perfectly blanded with it. A melody of nature's rhythm flowing from her hair to her shoes. She was a sensational feel.💋🌹❤️😍📳📳📳🙏🏾 Off the woodworks -Swoo