Sep 2019
Listening to the tonefully honeyed sound of her voice beside this adorably blabbering river and those flirtatious birds, I can't let a single second pass without looking at her continuously as she talks to keep her captured in the depth of my eyes, oh can't this starry lilac sky blink instead of me?
The river was flowing fast as we were talking, it sounded as if it was talking too, more than us and more continuously than the way we talked, which made me say it was blabbering, it was a lovely sound though. But wait how could the sky blink? Lovers can wish impossible things to happen. ❤️
