Thursday, 14 February 2008
01:33:45 AM (GMT)
I love the way his heart pounds.
I love the way it sounds.
I lay my head on him as I cry,
So his heart may calm me with its lullaby.
He holds me tight,
My tears flow through out the night.
He looks down at my face,
While the tears show my memories bitter taste.
His heart warm and welcoming,
His voice always reconing.
His heart and voice reaveal the sweet and bitter truth,
And soon i know ill feel soothed.
Every fiber of my being ,
Is craving the sound of his heart pound.
His beauty shines,
Always and forever in my eyes.
I lean my head to hear the sound,
Of his beautiful beats and pounds.
One and two is how it goes.
my love for him is all it shows.
His eyes gilsten in my heart,
And this is how our magick starts.
Him and I,
I love the two,
and this is what I like to do.
He makes me happy ,
During AND after.
Love one ,
HA I use to,
But now only he matters.