I Dedicate These Things To Who I Am

A water fall, and streams of tender beauty, emerging through the night, whispers in silence of rivers with naked hearts, Roses dancing with the stars over their heads, and singing Rock Bands with love songs, A thou chocolate kisses that melt and turn to sweet hymns, and like little drops of heaven more peace grows in my white footsteps, Warm up a thou fur, fur that never stops caressing the night, A nocturnal flower waiting to be kissed, I am like the word Precious, because precious cannot be ignored, Like a placid lake and falling thin rain bringing a gentle slow melody, captivating each touch, I am not these things they just live in me. Copyright©ElenaToledo2011