Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
Your callLike few birds atop the bundleOf rosemary.Blush to divine cheeks,Bliss to lips of splendor,Adorned in what reddens the skyBy a dress,Wrapping your thin figureIn strands that weave…
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A little death…. Silky skin, wine and song took us here.You are as pretty as the rising sun my love.Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you. You were like sweet Fall… Continue reading