The stains of black ink on a white spread
The bold lines and racing hearts
The curves,
Her hair flows like a fountain,
Of dark strands onto her delicate skin
The green grapes,
Her ruby lips moisted with my frozen breath
Her name echoes like the church bells…
across the Scottish hills
The fragrance of her youth in my lungs,
wild roses…
fill my soul with exotic desires
I’m the abstract of an insane love
I don’t have to walk with worry,
that my feet will tip over my own shadow
You are beautiful,
And it is all that I live for
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
The stains of black ink on a white spread
The bold lines and racing hearts
The curves,
Her hair flows like a fountain,
Of dark strands onto her delicate skin
The green grapes,
Her ruby lips moisted with my frozen breath
Her name echoes like the church bells…
across the Scottish hills
The fragrance of her youth in my lungs,
wild roses…
fill my soul with exotic desires
I’m the abstract of an insane love
I don’t have to walk with worry,
that my feet will tip over my own shadow
You are beautiful,
And it is all that I live for
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