Just think of it… You and me against the world. Traveling, loving, breathing and feeling each other’s warmth. Seeing Paris together and placing our lock on the bridge; le pont des arts.
Dancing in the moonlight and sleeping through the daylight. Your head resting close to my heart as we listen to the sounds of the world from our Villa. My fights and your psychology to be our work, and our hands and minds and hearts and souls to be our love. We want anything else… we take it. We go for it! Friends? Of course! They are a part of who we are! Family? They made us. We respect but don’t give in.
Two hearts, melted as one, we can stand apart but together is more fun. I’ll be your secret and I’ll be your light, until you feel like the moment is right. You’ll be my world. You’ll be my oasis. A simple sweet place where I’ll rest there for ages. Baby? My love? Dive off the deep end make more than a weekend… baby? My love? Baby bell has a sweet ring that draws you straight to me… bell? My love. My heart on a string and I’m standing here, no longer suffering… my heart…
It’s yours.
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Robert Helma
Hello! I am a amateur in every sense of the word, but I love to write! This is a great experience for me to test my abilities.
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