Thursday, August 24, 2017

Never.

I love it when you sit next to me, so soft and gently.
I love when the morning air breezes tenderly
sweeping by our faces we know its calming
I love it when your voice speak carefully
I can hear your heart whisper sincerity
And I am thankful to that
Though I know
That you can never still
Be mine.

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