LET ME GRAZE MY FINGERS ACROSS THE CANVAS OF YOUR MIND
LET ME FEEL THE BUMPS AND STROKES OF THE PIGMENTED PAINT THAT DEFINES YOUR MASTERPIECE.
YOU, DARLING, ARE THE TRUE WORK OF ART.
I WOULD SPEND HOURS EXAMINING YOUR EXHIBITION. STUDYING EVERY SWEEP OF THE PAINTBRUSH, EVERY CARESSING LINE THAT MAKES UP THE BEAUTIFUL HUMAN IVE COME TO KNOW AND LOVE SO DEARLY.
SO PLEASE, DARLING, DON'T LEAVE ME
LET ME STROLL THROUGH THE RAINBOW SHADES OF YOUR MIND ONCE MORE.
YOU ARE READING
corazón sangrando
Poetryquiero hacer conmigo lo que primavera hace con los cerezos.
