The roses became the lace that went down like flowers on my veil and covered my skin with every petal of the roses and made the midnight of my eyes like moonlight of white light where it graced my skin and wrote the love story as lyrics to my storybook and made every piece of my heart more than just a mystery was taken like a feather in the wind of the words that wrote my soul of forever.
YOU ARE READING
More than just a dream between the rose petals and the BlueMoon
FantasyThe open stars started to shine Like poetry that escaped from mars But now is the moon of the open flame That made my love with you more than just a dream between rose petals and a BlueMoon.
