(no subject)
New light of day heralds my walk home.
The softest angelic glance of foot against my arm
was but delusion.
The glow cast upon my heart, little more than the dying ember of unintentional spark.
Les yeux de mon coeur sont à vous, touzour.
The softest angelic glance of foot against my arm
was but delusion.
The glow cast upon my heart, little more than the dying ember of unintentional spark.
Les yeux de mon coeur sont à vous, touzour.