The darkness was silent, the voice of your passion was raised by the cup of my passion. A cold winter brought a hot kiss in our embrace, we are walking the snow with artistic steps - the traces remind us of the best moments of our romantic fantasies.
Source - lovethispic.com/image/225136/winter-snowThousands of storms in the vortex of mischief, you have become an untouchable silhouette of sandy forests. Gentle hands, sapphire fingers wrapped around my body, I'm thinking about snow nights, our beautiful walks in a conversation without a word.
You were running in the game of mischief, we were rolling through the snow of our successful love. Pure as the sun in the reflection of your eyes - the mysticism has triggered the cosmic passion. Everything is written in the code of love - I transferred your beauty into the memory of the digital world.
- Original poetry written by
@dobartim