For being You...or havng you...
Thank you I thought … When I met your eyes I saw the rarest skies Of unspecified kind It was blue And so was I… On moment to moment cry But I thought…. When I cried I was going to die But those droplets of liquid Gave me rain showers of strength Rebuked my wavelength From the beauty and madness Your eyes dawned on mine I wouldn’t have wanted it To have come to perfection The insanity of our love Gave us perfect medium To test our fire And keep our water boiling Thru the snowy mountain’s pry For... Sign in to see full entry.