Love eludes me, cloaking itself in the airs and graces of a stranger. I reach out to touch it, to taste its addictive flavours, breathe in its intoxicating perfume and to obtain the elixir that enriches so many. It is always inevitably just out of reach, skirting around the horizon...sitting at the end of the rainbow. Dancing and twirling in an endless sunset, its grace and beauty so pure and untainted.
Love is gracious, and its rarity is known. It should not be easily given up, traded for anything lesser than its equal.
Love spans the very depths of time, and weaves itself into the stories of life. Love is divine.
Saintlysinner Saintlysinner
31-35, F
1 Response Aug 20, 2014


Thank you so much :)