It was her beautiful kindess that drew his heart to her like a butterfly lost in a dream and he could see eternity burning in the deep indigo night pools of her eyes and he felt forevers familiar promise seep into the marrow of his soul and saddly he turned away for the fate of routine was bitter sweet and mixed with doubt and heartache and he would give her no less than the sun and the moon and all the stars from the sky and the sea but he had only a lonely heart to offer and he found himself in the always and never
shadows and light of love
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
It was her beautiful kindess that drew his heart to her like a butterfly lost in a dream and he could see eternity burning in the deep indigo night pools of her eyes and he felt forevers familiar promise seep into the marrow of his soul and saddly he turned away for the fate of routine was bitter sweet and mixed with doubt and heartache and he would give her no less than the sun and the moon and all the stars from the sky and the sea but he had only a lonely heart to offer and he found himself in the always and never
shadows and light of love
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