Passion, someday;
Will fickle, flutter and fly away.
Juvenescence, soonest;
As fleeting dew, will fade into oblivion.
Voluptuous, these bosoms;
As rosebud blossoms, will wilt by sunset...
But unchanged, shall my essence remain.
Love me now and next;
Unconditionally for me, only.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC