[bloody kisses]: 558.Passionate Ballads & Lore.From Thought, To Prose, To Wondorous Words

Andryu, such a name said of bliss. A lover’s call, a lover’s tryst. It binds and holds the broken, like makeshift thread, and keeps inside the vital red. It flows and strains to reach my brain, for it's filled with your love and sweet sayings. The beauty folds and reposes like smoke, weaving through the air, petals falling off a rose. Drifting, floating, soundly away, and nothing left to hear or say. A kiss from you is all I need, though in your garden I am bust a weed. All I am is all I don’t know, but with my feigned beauty, I’d kiss your nose. For all is fair and I adore how much further you implore to state how you are a muddy puddle, but you are a sea of all the most. So lie with me and hold me close, for soon the night will end, and all will go...:*:...