I am looking into eyes that aren't my own counting the solar sytems created by love. Your sun beam finger tips hold my heart and protect it from the cold. your sweet whisper turning my universe with every word. I think I coundn't begin to understand your way. How you make sense out of the black holes that sometimes fill my life. You send bright stars, so that I might find the way from their light. As long as the stars keep coming all be ok.
Reason for writing:
God
Birth sign: Virgo
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