My love is like a nature park,
you take a walk and gather flowers...
Its light is shining in the dark,
worming you up with lucent powers...
My love is like the summer rain,
it waters you with gentle showers,
washing away your every pain -
before it, any dryness sorely cowers...
My love is like a burning fire,
engulfing shame and all restraint,
your home address, it may require -
its passion could ****** a saint.
My love is like a white, small dove.
Yet, it can carry you on its almighty wings.
It fits your soul like an all fitting glove
and plays the music of your heart that sings...
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
My love is like a nature park,
you take a walk and gather flowers...
Its light is shining in the dark,
worming you up with lucent powers...
My love is like the summer rain,
it waters you with gentle showers,
washing away your every pain -
before it, any dryness sorely cowers...
My love is like a burning fire,
engulfing shame and all restraint,
your home address, it may require -
its passion could ****** a saint.
My love is like a white, small dove.
Yet, it can carry you on its almighty wings.
It fits your soul like an all fitting glove
and plays the music of your heart that sings...
