I am the one that came from the sea with aquamarine waves at her feet. Wild and mysterious as the seaspray. I am the cry text

What is the rhythm of an embrace? Is it that of my heart or of his? Is it the one of our dreams? Is it the one of our text

My lips wait, red pomegrantes ready for harvest, dripping sweetness, waiting anxiously. text

You open my soul and found it's a poetry book I have that beats in my chest disguised as a heart. text

Fingers entwined I smile like the sun My heart flies like the wind My soul breathes like a dream text