Love
1 min readMar 25, 2018
Where breath touches our lips
Where the land meets the sky
Where your hands meet my hips,
And your gaze finds my eyes
That’s where love is born, and
will return again to die.
Where breath touches our lips
Where the land meets the sky
Where your hands meet my hips,
And your gaze finds my eyes
That’s where love is born, and
will return again to die.
