Write to me
Write of me
I write of you every day
I love you
Oh how I love you
Please Write to me the same
Tell me my eyes are like moon's
Tell me my lips are as pink as candy
Tell me I look like the sunset
Write to me
Write of me.
Hasn't every romantic gone crazy on the drug of love?
Hasn't every human been humbled by their ravishing desire to hold
To love
To have
To keep?
Hasn't everyone who ever swore off of this insanity
Found themselves to have stumbled so irradically
Into the tangled vines of love?
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:29 AM UTC
Write to me
Write of me
I write of you every day
I love you
Oh how I love you
Please Write to me the same
Tell me my eyes are like moon's
Tell me my lips are as pink as candy
Tell me I look like the sunset
Write to me
Write of me.
Hasn't every romantic gone crazy on the drug of love?
Hasn't every human been humbled by their ravishing desire to hold
To love
To have
To keep?
Hasn't everyone who ever swore off of this insanity
Found themselves to have stumbled so irradically
Into the tangled vines of love?