Soft. Sweetly tilted your smile winds its way through the emptiness that was my world. Gently lifting shining chords of worship in my forsaken temple. You hold me in gossamer fibers, holding me close. The oft forgotten moment of sweet serenity my backyard. You part perfect curving lips to laugh, so touched are you by the seeming underservedness of such ardurous attention.

Soft

Remembered are those shining few who's lives were ignited by the most miniscule of moments. Words once spoken whiper wraith like around the shell of my ear. Teasing with the beauty of all things made for love. Deep, searching eyes encompass my soul, like butterfly wings. Painting the world with all the shades of a melting summer. When you are sad and forlorn at the injustices of this dying eden, recall love born of all things bind our hearts together.

Soft

Your kiss disolves my mind as you search to learn the secret of all that is. Your lips the perfect pillow, that saves me from all the harsh lines of this forgotten relm. I float in my time of tranquility, boyoued by your smile.

Soft