Short piece about love. Rhyming. |
You can’t make me regret the move that I have made, when nothing was between us but the wind's song and the shade. When raindrops fell upon us, we laughed and snuggled in. Sweet magnolia filled our lungs, as we breathed it in. Soft fingers on my face make chills go up my spine. The way you gaze into my eyes proves to me you’re mine. |