The things that make us smile are but the shells of life A life without meaning if filled by loveless days In our beauty, we thrive in motion to each other In contentment and suspense Forced to obey the wishes of the heart, we are desperate
Love is made by god. Just as the rain, or an afternoon spent indulging in such Indulging in so much Might we stay awhile? Perceiving only eachother In euphony, perfection in our beauty
