The fond tenderness in her porcelain hands,
She lays so delicate rubbing her soft thumb in my palm,
Pulling on my affectionate attraction which I not yet understand.
Have we always held our delicate electric love?
Or has the new dawn of chivalry released this dove?
Is this simply a delectable infatuation?
Or a sincere connection?
Not confused, just lost in you in these bittersweet moments,
You say you do not have a single string attached to me,
Alas, for I am your dedicated puppet my dear.
There is no land nor sea I wouldn’t traverse to only draw near,
For you see, it is only my nature,
To love such a stranger.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
The fond tenderness in her porcelain hands,
She lays so delicate rubbing her soft thumb in my palm,
Pulling on my affectionate attraction which I not yet understand.
Have we always held our delicate electric love?
Or has the new dawn of chivalry released this dove?
Is this simply a delectable infatuation?
Or a sincere connection?
Not confused, just lost in you in these bittersweet moments,
You say you do not have a single string attached to me,
Alas, for I am your dedicated puppet my dear.
There is no land nor sea I wouldn’t traverse to only draw near,
For you see, it is only my nature,
To love such a stranger.
