An old dusted poetry written on the surface of my withered heart with the pen of gentleness and trepidation

A soul I would love to love even on the days of agony and harshness
She sets my sun at peace
And my withered heart at ease
She held me with her smile
And a soft voice i can't resist

Ufff, her voice is my favourite melodies of all time, her voice surely set my heart at peace

Her neck is the fragrance of mystery and grief of old

Her cheeks reminds me of beaches...