'Tis not lust, yet thy sweetness that runneth on a lover's tounge when words are spoken. Like summer, it warms the spirit like the finest of wines and makes peace with thy mind, knowing that thouest love'd dearly!
What is love?
'Tis not lust, yet thy sweetness that runneth on a lover's tounge when words are spoken.
Like summer, it warms the spirit like the finest of wines and makes peace with thy mind, knowing that thouest love'd dearly!