Saturday, 26 February 2011

For You, the one I call ... Whatever

Your figure is the most precious image my eyes could capture.
Your smell is the best scent my olfactory sense could feel.
The touch of your skin to mine is like my blanket wrapping me so warm.
Your voice is just like a song resounding and always be good listening.

I am so intense. You are above angel. I can hide or run, for as you come, you bring so much bliss. You open the locked door, you give heat to the icy cold, and you stay there for long.

You, I don't know who you are, what you are, I want to walk another day with you, as... whatever.

*while listening to D'Cinnamons, Loving You.

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