I’ve reached heights that have piqued all desires; there’s nothing compared to you; our hearts are renewed by the reinvigoration of our soul. Softness regnited the flame of poetic dreams.
That echoed the true essence of life,
a burst of vitality enriched by the seduction of
two souls that reunited for the last time. Desperation
was never anchored in our union.
Two lovers in Paris, stringing on the heartbeats of the guitar,
the melody of the rhythm of caress as one tiptoe on the arms of the ocean, dazzled by the sunrise, as one marches with
passion, intensity, and vulnerability. Nothing is comparable to
souls of love that leave one enchanted to understand the beauty
of nakedness, at the pleasure of the duress.
Held tight like an armor waiting patiently for a battle to arise in its midst. Laughter is the beginning of a story for your love. A tempo slow and seductive, like the midnight blues, leave the birds speechless, just like the ocean sunset, if photos can recapture or dare to feel the emotions that go one with bruises of infinite beauty. I’d rather chase than impose; there are no words to confess my sins.
I’ve already seen the beauty of what is to come. As the ink dispels the truth, the reflection in the mirror keeps spinning is felt like the cities of concrete. You are the only one, and I am the only one. A blank canvass gives one hope to execute demons, of those or ignored the essence of our love, and never could understand what we held is once in a lifetime. It’s not a goodbye because love never dies; it is infinite, like the ocean that has enveloped our hearts and souls, evident in the quintessential colorful dance of our lives.
It’s a tango that accentuates the melody of our hearts that is poetic in coming close; it teaches you, love, a discover like the first time, like the glide of your touch, you taught me about life, the gentleness of our spirit, a tender gesture of hearing your voice, there is nothing like the first; it will last forever; where you have taken me, I swear the touch of the raindrops will hold time and space.
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