Your burning eyes set my heart on fire
To show truth I must improve Yet to improve I must write verses
Future isn't clasped by the lines of palm Future is what we write by holding propensities in our fists
Her cuticle tastes as if she walked on fire 🔥 She is an angel and one hell of a lover
It appears your body Does not look like Theirs But that is what makes It your body
If I were the sunrise Would you be the clouds thwarting my view Or Would you let me glisten to paint your world
Hope someday; You will realize I' m a human being with sentiments and impressions
I used to keep cards Valentine cards Birthday cards Then one day I threw them out I realized this Is all awry.
Your hair is like fire, Burning through my Soul
How do you believe? My mind, my heart, and my soul are your property.....