Sundays are meant for writing
about our soulmates.
So endow my affection that is gifted
with great patience and tender
loving kisses.
For our love tastes like a ripened pomegranate,
for our fruity fingertips.
Blessed by a sea apart,
all I could see and breathe is you.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Sundays are meant for writing
about our soulmates.
So endow my affection that is gifted
with great patience and tender
loving kisses.
For our love tastes like a ripened pomegranate,
for our fruity fingertips.
Blessed by a sea apart,
all I could see and breathe is you.
