My Creation Not a word, shall I taste from your lips, to my lobe Nor a breath, shall I swallow from your throat, to my lungs For your life, shall I covet from your heartbeat, ‘neath my hand From your first, to your last Shall I hold, to my heart. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Whoa. pretty powerful stuff. Nice
Thank you, John. 🙂