you’re too sweet and cozy. it reminds me of my winter romance. kissing by the fire, wrapped in warmth and love, its you. from every missing button to button, it’s worn, you’ve worn, i’ve worn. she answers with a smile and shoulder shrug. pools of overflowing combustion of giggles. it makes her something. it is her something. you are her something. i think she needs more.
“There is no remedy for love but to love more.” -Henry David Thoreau