I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.
Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.
I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.
Frequent friction when love becomes political.
Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.