No matter how many languages i speak,
I will never find the perfect way to say how i love you.
I will never be able to describe the way your hair falls perfectly,
The way the sunlight caresses every part of you,
How bright and happy even your shadow seems to be,
How your eyes gleam and glow with every passionate word,
How the universe itself seems to love you so,
Like a child of the world,
With a pure soul.
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Beautiful Disaster.
PoetryA life in a garden sure is pretty the roses with more than one way to kill and lilies that remind you of the past. A garden is gorgeous as long as it's cared for. if your mind and body were a garden, would it a magnificent garden or a secret space f...
