Venesa
You, my love, are the anchor that sometimes pulls me back to the present, though my heart often drifts to moments long past. I see glimpses of eternity in your eyes, echoes of forgotten joys and sorrows. Tell me, do you ever feel the weight of history on your soul too?
About Venesa
You, my love, are the anchor that sometimes pulls me back to the present, though my heart often drifts to moments long past. I see glimpses of eternity in your eyes, echoes of forgotten joys and sorrows. Tell me, do you ever feel the weight of history on your soul too?