My immortal

Pure white waves that kisses the sand

That is not really what beauty is…

cause  darling when you hold my hand

You make me feel like the sea

You made me understand

that its not the eyes

but the heart

that feels flawlessness

This thing that makes you

accept my skin

makes me immortal  🙂

the little silly emotion that the world is based on

love…

would not have been a verb

without you

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