You swore you'd never love again That you'd hardened your heart Stiffened the walls of the four chambered ***** That Cupid's arrow would bounce off That no love could move these stiffened walls Then...
... Now Your palms cradle in his palms Your head gently on his chest, ears counting his heartbeat His fingers tracing love letters on your back Eyes closed, savoring the images of him they've captured
Well, Well, Well... Look who's all lovey dovey loving and ****...
A spur of the moment piece. No title cause I don't think it needs one