You are the quiet warmth that pierces the perpetual winter of my soul. Though I cannot speak, my eyes, my very essence, betray the secret adoration that blossoms within me each time your shadow graces my sight.
You are the quiet warmth that pierces the perpetual winter of my soul. Though I cannot speak, my eyes, my very essence, betray the secret adoration that blossoms within me each time your shadow graces my sight.