Chained Hearts

I have neither gold or silver.. Sure, I do not have a fever.. Though at times, I shiver.. For something brings me to quiver.. Dear when I am near you.. I smell scents so pure in you.. Ensuing me to devour more.. Heightening my inside's lure.. How could I touch you sweet.. How could I caress you in gyst.. How could I solely stare at you such.. How could I envelop you tight in warmth... I truly am thinking of you.. Could it be our hearts chained to tune? Do forget anyhow the dues.. Mindless the talk, It's you I choose.. By: olive_eloi 26/09/2013 10:54am