You're reeling me close,
A fire's soft embrace,
I drift toward your warmth,
And feel it burn my face.
In the stillness, you type,
While the stars softly weep,
And with every word,
I fall, in love so deep.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
You're reeling me close,
A fire's soft embrace,
I drift toward your warmth,
And feel it burn my face.
In the stillness, you type,
While the stars softly weep,
And with every word,
I fall, in love so deep.