Abstinence For Rp

Each day you become more beautiful to me I drinking more of loneliness And you drinking more of the sun's sweet milk As though through a glass behold Your cream turning to the desired gold Your songs softening into silk I would drink you and find true happiness But could not exist after your history So let me pine and claim another joy The joy of longing that make you sweet Or race the heart at the sound of your feet While our love finds opportunity behaving coy.