strawberry love
it's late at night… I'm reading your words written with the ink of your molecules πΌ they exude, ⟮drop by drop⟯, love, hope and joy; ⟮that exciting motley DNA of yours⟯ πΌ a few minutes just have flown, — I smile... ⟮don't you feel our situationship as a gift?⟯ πΌ with you is spring, is birds' chirp in May, is strawberry love and scent you breathe πΌ with me… is the obsession's atmosphere; it's ⟮mine in yours…⟯, it's ⟮yours in mine…⟯