with kisses soft, we stood along
a spun prismatic splendor;
we breathed each other in but slow,
and spoke the true word tender
today, you blanch at seeing me
beneath the selfsame sky —
the world’s grown harder now, i guess,
and so, my love,
have i
ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ❤
Lovely
Sweet one.