I tasted, your lipsand I saw, that whatI was hearing from youwas reality. And it tastesas the colors of the starsmust taste. My lips are nowstarving, ..
The elegant writer,has no words to expressthe way he feelsneither does the paintera way to draw your silhouette.For you are unique.You are this one wo..
You exist. I know you do.You are there. I am too.I love thy essenceI love your presence.I am in love with you,my love is trueI love your powerto becom..
I remember the timesI saw your eyesclosely, while kissingyour lips, now missingtheir sweet as honey tastebut keeping the image of your face.I remember..