TINTINNABULATION your heart is my guitar and the strings thereof my fingers restless abode your eyes are my canvas its white-and-black space awaits brushstrokes of my endless thoughts your beauty is my envelope the letters therein are messages of my unconditional surrender your voice is my tarmac with my heart racing through every street of its asphalt notes my sensibility is your pillow you rest the weight of your affection on its feather-soft composition worlds still asleep to your worth but soon it shall awake to a tintinnabulation of this love.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 12:02:36 +0000