Words are echoing through the sins of a heart, but some are worth the guilt of what may wash away on our reflections.
But with every fool there is a knight that has fallen for the moment of love that shines his armour brightly. Somethings were meant to glisten on a heart.
Occasionally a heart cant but listen to the hymens of what reverberates within the echoes of every breath of love. Sometimes emotions are a lifetime in a singular beat.