She has nothing to offer;
her love is out of this world
Nothing physical,
Its something more than just mere touch
YOU ARE READING
The Soul Ink
PoesíaMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
The Shape of Her love
She has nothing to offer;
her love is out of this world
Nothing physical,
Its something more than just mere touch
