Comments
Loading Dream Comments...
You must be logged in to write a comment - Log In
In red she walks, a gentle flame,
A whisper in the night, no name.
Her eyes, a promise soft and deep,
A love that stirs, yet dares not sleep.
The tilt of her hat, a playful grace,
As shadows weave around her face.
Each step she takes, the world stands still,
A tender ache, a longing thrill.
In every fold of crimson bright,
I see the warmth of endless night.
A love that's hers, a love that's mine,
Forever bound in heart and time.
with love, By Mojo