Jul 2015
Whenever I writeth her I knoweth she loveth me...
Because when I do write,
She Bud's out
Like a rose
Opening up its pedals in mid-day sun.....
And she feeleth so good opening up...
Because when I do write,
She Bud's out
Like a rose
Opening up its pedals in mid-day sun.....
And she feeleth so good opening up...
