Your face was fresh and exuberated new,
Your voice as pure as morning dew,
Holding your hand with our fingers intwine,
Feeling a knot with beautiful sinew.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
Your face was fresh and exuberated new,
Your voice as pure as morning dew,
Holding your hand with our fingers intwine,
Feeling a knot with beautiful sinew.
Just like his eyes
