The sound of the rain is filling every void of my vintage soul.
Classical music, old photographs.
Familiar melody of nostalgia.
This time, Darling, I'm going to write about you.
You're a beautiful soul.
With your purest intentions,
humble descriptions,
and a little slice of wild side.
You're the epitome,
the definition,
the reason
of a life worth waking up,
a life worth living.
