One of the most beautiful things I’ve heard anyone say:
“When I’m with you, my insides blossom”
You are the smell before rain
You are a sacred love in vain
With all your hues and beams of hope
your stardust glows on all you shine upon
and there is harmony in the cosmos
how words shape our lives
how impressions may be felt, but not described
The heart- in loving force its merits spring
To fall in love– what conviction will yours sing?
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