The delicate moments between us are what make our love
read between the lines
It's subtle but screams in our hearts and is heard
With just three words
Which could never sum up to the equivalent of what we'd do for eachother.
We try to say "I love you"
But we feel it all in our gazes, held for a fragment in time that is frozen when our words are
speechless.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
The delicate moments between us are what make our love
read between the lines
It's subtle but screams in our hearts and is heard
With just three words
Which could never sum up to the equivalent of what we'd do for eachother.
We try to say "I love you"
But we feel it all in our gazes, held for a fragment in time that is frozen when our words are
speechless.
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