"if i kiss you in a garden under the moonlight,"
you started singing, with that boyish grin,
"will you pardon me,"
i sang back, whilst my cheeks burned crimson,
"and tip toe through the tulips with me?"
we sang together
as you spun in me in your arms,
pulling me flush against your chest.
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
