Treasured dreams. Disappearing behind fog of life. Blurred vision trying to see through curtain of falling night. Mystery promise made Anticipation growing Flourishing awaits
In lover’s close embrace Dark of night turns in light of day and flowers smile. Dreams came true last night. Counting hours passing by Anticipation for once again a passionate night’s delight.
Time passes while love stays young forever.
Shell ✨🐚
True love grows but doesn’t get old. We grow old and our love ripens but stays young forever.