Whenever I writeth her I knoweth she loveth me...
Because when I do write,
She Bud's out
Like a rose
Opening up its pedals in mid-day sun.....
And she feeleth so good opening up...
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Whenever I writeth her I knoweth she loveth me...
Because when I do write,
She Bud's out
Like a rose
Opening up its pedals in mid-day sun.....
And she feeleth so good opening up...
