• harf__ 6w

    Searching the Soul

    Shakespeare's sonnets you by my side, at night
    My left shoulder,your pillow,lights dim, not bright,
    Each verses with some twist,
    You holding my wrist,
    When you look,I look into your eyes,
    You making me feel,I make you thrive,
    The reason I am in love with you can't be said,
    You are the reason, I have born once again,
    For God's sake, just tell me I am at right place,
    We are into us altogether, it's the soul not just dress.