The View
when you stepped through the door the sun caressed your skin. And the light breeze
from the early mourning hours can be seen blowing through your beautiful long hair.And the
wind carried your sweet perfume in the air until it reached my nose. And suddenly I felt
faint. The view and sweet smell of roses was just intoxicating. Just like a painting in a
museum, it hangs there with no words,silent, And yet it takes ones breath away with it's
appeal, the detail, the colors. In every relationship, their are always going to be a moment
that reaches your heart more than others. sometimes, it could be just one of these moments
that makes you realize that your in love.
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