I could make out the figure in the twilight
It’s all your lovely face I see,
Unmistakable
And with the moon rising
I see your smile,
Always infectious
The gentle murmur of waves on the beach
is our love music that beats in unison with our hearts
As I hold you in my arms
And kiss your lips with tenderness
while your soft lips
drip honey to my mouth
Like honey in the rock.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I could make out the figure in the twilight
It’s all your lovely face I see,
Unmistakable
And with the moon rising
I see your smile,
Always infectious
The gentle murmur of waves on the beach
is our love music that beats in unison with our hearts
As I hold you in my arms
And kiss your lips with tenderness
while your soft lips
drip honey to my mouth
Like honey in the rock.
Love is beautiful with nature and nature defines the degree of love to humanity. If nature is void, love is void, too. We are created to give and receive love in a passionate way to feel the importance of our existence. Love is the essence of existence, both nature and humanity.
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