We are weaved by the threads of fate.

To be vague and convinced through the lack of conviction, is our destiny.

Thrown to the depths of handshakes and pleasure.

We are swallowed by the vendetta of romance.

We are keen to distinct lust of
attachment.

We have kept the hunger for affection.

Suffice the thirst for life, only to find the fate of tomorrow.

Bound to the stages of conditions.

And you are here,
Beautiful and ******.