I would walk through hell proudly and make even the dead hearts suffer if it meant I would get one glimpse of your eyes. I would silence heaven to listen to your voice. I would twist the neck of summer and make winter grovel at my feet if they kept me from touching you.
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Letters To You
PoetryLove (noun) 1. An intense feeling of deep affection. -------------------------------------------- "I swear I couldn't love you anymore than I do right now, yet, I know I will tomorrow." -------------------------------------------- "I don't remember...
