wordamouth

If only I could turn stones to bread & water to wine
I would turn these buds with pedals instantly to fields of gorgeous
Diverse sorts of sweetheart carnations under endless shades of triple blue skies
Only to describe my gratitude for your presence in my life

I LOVE U BABE.

And that in it self provides me grace destined to be told in fairytales with happily ever after
And chapters of years to come.