Apr 16 2011
technicolour rainbow
A life changed,
Contorted,
Warped,
Painted as a technicolour rainbow,
And spun three hundred and sixty degrees.
Your a magician
A creator,
A vision,
An artist.
You recreated me completely,
Drew me in with your seductive scent.
You smell of the rain.
Peppermint,
And lust.
An aroma which clings to the air I breathe in.
Your embrace is a comfort I had eternaly craved,
And now I have,
Like the warmest of blankets in the coldest of winters.
So warm
So strong.
Together each day will fill in the spaces,
And remove all the grey.
Redecorating our lives for a more homely stay.
Im right where I should be
And its all thanks to you,
In our castle is where we will stay
Happy
Alive
Together at last.
Kiss me
Hold me now,
My sweet,
My angel,
A darling Prince.
I am in love.
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ev1 kan sense youre sprung n thats …nourishing..
^_^ I love him
Hey Ron,The site’s looking very well. So all this wriitng stuff started off in Mrs O’Flaherty’s English class? In between burning the bike shed down probably. I haven’t quite got around to reading those revised chapters you sent me. It’s possible that I might be able to in the next while but probably unlikely until I finish the term which let’s face it, is in only a couple of weeks anyway. Apparently they expect us to read things here.Anyway, I trust the non-fiction (religion?) stuff is going well too.Frank