In the midst of golden dusk, my fingers entwined in yours, head resting on nook of your arm, breathing your fragrance, intoxicated, I find myself… all over again!
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
In the midst of golden dusk, my fingers entwined in yours, head resting on nook of your arm, breathing your fragrance, intoxicated, I find myself… all over again!
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
In the midst of golden dusk, my fingers entwined in yours, head resting on nook of your arm, breathing your fragrance, intoxicated, I find myself… all over again!
