The Sub Letters

Glitter and Lace

Snowdrops, raining down on parched skin.

warmth so deep it melts the coldest morning.

You and I are not meant for a clockwork world.

We are timeless.

Unforgettable against wartime eras that leave nothing but blood on battlefields.

Your heart beats for me.

Blood thick in my ears on a windless day.

Hearing nothing but your softness...

gentleness in everything you touch.

guitar strings...

under the moonlight