As the sun lights the earth,
You love my soul,
As the rain pours to clean,
You love my flaws.
As the sky hold the clouds,
You lift me up in your arms.
As the lyrics specify the song,
You read my mind seeing my face.
And as the vampire lives eternally,
You imprinted my soul with yours forever.
YOU ARE READING
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Romancewriting is love if the thing written comes out to be a poetry. isn't it?
