The rose petals fall,
like snowflakes
as they twirl,
to the strings of
the violin.
The two souls twirl,
as their hearts beat,
in unison, tenderly
as they endear each other
deep into their eyes.
Their sacred relish,
dots the future,
welcomes the future.
Filling their lives,
as they dance to the end,
of bliss.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
The rose petals fall,
like snowflakes
as they twirl,
to the strings of
the violin.
The two souls twirl,
as their hearts beat,
in unison, tenderly
as they endear each other
deep into their eyes.
Their sacred relish,
dots the future,
welcomes the future.
Filling their lives,
as they dance to the end,
of bliss.
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