Whistle of our blues,
Carnations, riddles, non-existent clues;
All lead me to you.
Took you long enough to come into view,
Let this story brew,
Oh, my ardent wishes—at last—came true.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
Whistle of our blues,
Carnations, riddles, non-existent clues;
All lead me to you.
Took you long enough to come into view,
Let this story brew,
Oh, my ardent wishes—at last—came true.