Just another closeted-hopeless-romantic. Read my stuff. I mean, only if you wanna. No pressure. Sorry.
You told me once
“Meet me where the sunlight greets the trees,
Atop the hills of blowing leaves
Atop the world, where no one sees, but us alone
The words will pour from my lips like the wine we drank on the night we first met
Do you remember the way the fire burning reflected in your eyes like the golden hues of a setting sun?
The first time I tell you I…