If not for eyes hosting me with mischief,
With lips of sitted deceptions,
If not for character without conduct,
And reasons without musings.
I could hold you,
I could embrace you,
I could Kiss you
And feel not atom of guilt.
No doubt,you're tender and beautiful.
Yes fragile and delicate.
Truely innocent and unlearned,
Yet with my romantic touch
Will i in no wise corrupt your moral character conduct.
For that which my heart holds for you,
Even Angels envy.
In longing passion,
I long for your love
You're my desire,
My forever.
My destiny.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
If not for eyes hosting me with mischief,
With lips of sitted deceptions,
If not for character without conduct,
And reasons without musings.
I could hold you,
I could embrace you,
I could Kiss you
And feel not atom of guilt.
No doubt,you're tender and beautiful.
Yes fragile and delicate.
Truely innocent and unlearned,
Yet with my romantic touch
Will i in no wise corrupt your moral character conduct.
For that which my heart holds for you,
Even Angels envy.
In longing passion,
I long for your love
You're my desire,
My forever.
My destiny.
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