A chunk of intimacy,
Another part of closeness.
Sweet traces of disagreement,
In the warmth of our arms.
Yes, together with these,
We brew the drink of love.
It being largely uncontrolled,
We let most of things happen.
And trust my words about love,
Things are being pretty perfect.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
A chunk of intimacy,
Another part of closeness.
Sweet traces of disagreement,
In the warmth of our arms.
Yes, together with these,
We brew the drink of love.
It being largely uncontrolled,
We let most of things happen.
And trust my words about love,
Things are being pretty perfect.
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