So, speak of infinite love and
roll your umber eyes. It goes so
well with the way you roll your r's,
as you teach me your Castilian
intonations. Just don't fall
in that category of immersed lost
Latin loves, of mine, sunk in
wet memory.
Ah, the murk of them, an amalgam.
Each giving to a melting ***
and me, a liquid molten fraction
of strange tensile strength
and half gold-like luster. An alloy
of allies, do I see them as? Why,
yes, of course.
Now you come. Please stand out
from the mix. Show me your
purity.
Be solid gold.
I know you like my pronunciation.
I need to know now, yours.
Mi Amor
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
So, speak of infinite love and
roll your umber eyes. It goes so
well with the way you roll your r's,
as you teach me your Castilian
intonations. Just don't fall
in that category of immersed lost
Latin loves, of mine, sunk in
wet memory.
Ah, the murk of them, an amalgam.
Each giving to a melting ***
and me, a liquid molten fraction
of strange tensile strength
and half gold-like luster. An alloy
of allies, do I see them as? Why,
yes, of course.
Now you come. Please stand out
from the mix. Show me your
purity.
Be solid gold.
I know you like my pronunciation.
I need to know now, yours.
Mi Amor
