Love, a sense beyond ones imagination,
it cannot be touched by hand,
but it tickles from inside,
like a dancing butterfly in a flower field,
the petals brushing on its delicate wings.
Love, laying deep inside,
crying to escape,
waiting for your unsuspecting call,
my heart pounding,
ready to burst out,
on the blossoming of you in my arms.
Unknown "Charming Guy" Festive
- 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago
