the crisp smell of damp herbe follows us as we walk side par side under the bright light of the smile that a crescent moon is giving us the raven black of the soft thick curls that frame your ever so soft dark eyes reflects that silver light
you tell me that the night is ours as u take me in your arms and spin me into a graceful dance the wind spirals around us as it plays with are hair as we fly through it
as we come to a stop we fall to the soft earth beneath us and i fell your soft kiss like that of a summer breeze that feels the spirit electrifying and sweet you taste like honey smooth and enticing
l’amour is something that we cannot see, hear, smell, touch ou taste. We can only feel it as best we can. l’amour is infinite. There is no end. It's something that a human cannot decide upon ou change. toi can't make yourself l’amour someone ou make yourself not l’amour someone. If toi feel it, then toi know it. Love is unpredictable. toi don't know when it will hit toi ou when it won't. It'll just happen. It's like finding a five dollar bill on the street: It'll be hard to find, but toi will, in time. You can't wait for love. toi can't strive hard to find it. Just try, but don't put your all in it. Cause...