Jun 7
You are the scent,
To my petrichor.
The muse,
Of my beating heart.
The star,
For my lonely moon.
The sunflower,
In my beloved garden.
You are,
My everything.
To my petrichor.
The muse,
Of my beating heart.
The star,
For my lonely moon.
The sunflower,
In my beloved garden.
You are,
My everything.
I like you
