When one falls in Love, we must be careful of our reasoning.
Are we falling for their gorgeous eyes?
...the iridescent barrier to their soul...
Is it their smooth skin drawing us in?
...the touch we crave continueously...
Does their body control our sensations?
...the shapely curves or sharp features...
So what happens when those dissapear?
Will Love suddenly be something we must have mistaken something else to be?
Through the looking glass,
I see your face.
I hear your voice.
I feel your soul.
Breathless when you smile
The risk we take.
The thrill of the ride.
The end of NOTHING...
...that NEVER was.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
When one falls in Love, we must be careful of our reasoning.
Are we falling for their gorgeous eyes?
...the iridescent barrier to their soul...
Is it their smooth skin drawing us in?
...the touch we crave continueously...
Does their body control our sensations?
...the shapely curves or sharp features...
So what happens when those dissapear?
Will Love suddenly be something we must have mistaken something else to be?
Through the looking glass,
I see your face.
I hear your voice.
I feel your soul.
Breathless when you smile
The risk we take.
The thrill of the ride.
The end of NOTHING...
...that NEVER was.
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