Dying embers from evenings fire rekindle flashing as stars across the purple skies
As my Love and I lie together in loves embrace
Our hearts sound as one, her fingers entwined with mine
As vines would clutch we hold each other so tightly
so that nothing could impart
Two of us one inch away from a whisper
jSweptson
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 4:08 AM UTC
Dying embers from evenings fire rekindle flashing as stars across the purple skies
As my Love and I lie together in loves embrace
Our hearts sound as one, her fingers entwined with mine
As vines would clutch we hold each other so tightly
so that nothing could impart
Two of us one inch away from a whisper
jSweptson
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