Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty’s orient deep
In that space between heartbeats That transcends time I can feel your aura Blend into mine
I can feel The weight of your soul I see the fire in your eyes And it makes me grow…
Breathe in me the way to love
You That I may learn to faultlessly love You
I’m not a republican either.
Always editing. I tried to run from this place, but here I am.