You

15 August 2014

No matter the weather, you always find your way to my door…

I get lost in your eyes, deep as oceans… sweet as spring.

I melt as I look into your eyes…

Every time you say I love you, I love you a little more.

Not flowers not soil, I savor of “you”.

Hold me tight…

I don’t want to imagine this world without you…

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