Tonight the stars cascade and pool into swirls and patterns, like a van gogh.
I walk with you arm in arm under this tapestry of light; you bring my hand to your lips,
then as you lean in and kiss my cheek,
I wish I were an artist.
There are no words to capture the beauty of this night.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Tonight the stars cascade and pool into swirls and patterns, like a van gogh.
I walk with you arm in arm under this tapestry of light; you bring my hand to your lips,
then as you lean in and kiss my cheek,
I wish I were an artist.
There are no words to capture the beauty of this night.
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