my always lover
in all my life, i've one true love
she goes by many names:
some call her tempest, others, storm—
but me? i call her rain.
her touch, as firm as raging waves,
then soft as fresh grown grass.
her voice...
she goes by many names:
some call her tempest, others, storm—
but me? i call her rain.
her touch, as firm as raging waves,
then soft as fresh grown grass.
her voice...