This is the first love poem that a man ever gave to me. I remember… he hand wrote it on parchment, and burned the edges so it would look old and worn. He gave it to me just as he was wooing me… and wow did it work! It was many years ago, but was the beginning of a relationship that lasted several years. May all our hearts be wooed with the perfect love poems.
When it’s cold and raining,
You are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can’t explain the goings, or gay mobile porn the comings.
You enter suddenly, and I am
nowhere again. Inside the majesty.