With your touch I feel the shocks of love course through my skin.
With one single kiss, I am rapt.
Hopeless.
Fallen.
The sun must be so jealous that your laugh is brighter than she.
And if my life's mission was to harvest that luminosity -
Then blessed am I
To have experienced a lifetime's worth of exuberance
With you.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
With your touch I feel the shocks of love course through my skin.
With one single kiss, I am rapt.
Hopeless.
Fallen.
The sun must be so jealous that your laugh is brighter than she.
And if my life's mission was to harvest that luminosity -
Then blessed am I
To have experienced a lifetime's worth of exuberance
With you.
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