She is my flower, the only rose my eyes wants to see. She is the missing puzzle in my dice, she is the deep shade of cinamon red that colours my love. She is the missing half of my bleeding heart, she is the mixture of old romantic classics that keeps my heart yearning and the love sonnets that keeps my pen bleeding. She is the laughter behind my humour, the innocent smiles that keeps creeping to my face every second. She is the midnight wind that harmonises my mind. She is the words behind my poetry and the reason I believe in magic. She is the woman I love❤
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Sonets Of Love
PoetryI want to write a story A beautiful story A story about how we met About how we fell in love About how we make a beautiful couple Just like grandma and grandpa About how we have a lovely family About how I see my future with you About how I dream ab...
