seasons
your beauty is the winter, a day so cold i cant even breath.
your voice is the spring, birds singing flowers blooming.
your eyes are the summer, butterflies dancing in a field.
your hair is the fall, a brisk golden light from the heavens.
your beauty is the winter, a day so cold i cant even breath.
your voice is the spring, birds singing flowers blooming.
your eyes are the summer, butterflies dancing in a field.
your hair is the fall, a brisk golden light from the heavens.