Loveth thee with flowers
wilted round your
theatre borne
Thou hast listen
to the romantic soul
to old indian songs
thee playeth the prophecies
drumming on windchimes
and dream lodges
all along
Lovely to see me
maketh me grin!
when the angulo
hahahahas
you sneaketh
inside
grabeth me!
rollin' and spinin
making my day
simile to this widest smile
present's to taketh miself
to the moonlit skies
Thoughts thus
transported us
to futuristic realms
of imagineth energy
sipping too real
For noweth
I
am embraced
by the photons
and waves
'cause
my darling seeps
melodies strumming
n' fingerin strings
I would loveth thee
dearly if you were
nearer to me.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Loveth thee with flowers
wilted round your
theatre borne
Thou hast listen
to the romantic soul
to old indian songs
thee playeth the prophecies
drumming on windchimes
and dream lodges
all along
Lovely to see me
maketh me grin!
when the angulo
hahahahas
you sneaketh
inside
grabeth me!
rollin' and spinin
making my day
simile to this widest smile
present's to taketh miself
to the moonlit skies
Thoughts thus
transported us
to futuristic realms
of imagineth energy
sipping too real
For noweth
I
am embraced
by the photons
and waves
'cause
my darling seeps
melodies strumming
n' fingerin strings
I would loveth thee
dearly if you were
nearer to me.
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