Moon and Sun intertwined by gentle light, One's too bright, one's too shy to shine. Both waiting to greet the sweet night Reunite, low on the horizon line, Accompanied with the sounds of wine.
My soul will come to you when my time is over. I will not have to imagine you anymore to stay with you, I will not have to hope not to leave you anymore. My soul will come to you empty of the body in the hold of which my spirit has sailed and neither voice nor hugs will still be needed to love you, neither distance nor death will still be able to part us. My soul will come to you and it will bring you a kiss as a last memory of our great love.
My words are but a shooting star To be seen in all its glory But as shooting stars fade in an instant So do my words to be read once Then fade into obscurity
There's nothing more romantic in my eyes Than holding your hand And talking about our lives Because in my mind The only thing better than the fantasy Is the intimacy I feel When it's just you and me *connecting
Sapiosexual: Finding someone's intelligence to be their most sexually attractive feature.
As memories keep echoing in the back of my head, I ignore as if it were a child throwing a tantrum. Focusing on trying to attain all that I can in this one life that I was created for. Leave my impact in where I was destined to wander.