Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, July 27, 2015

Bound By the Magic We Call Love

This night belongs to you and I,
though starless the moon rules the sky.
I find myself lost in your embrace
entwined souls dancing face to face.
Distance tries to divide us,
to separate what heaven sent.
The hearts of two merge as one,
bound by the magic we call love.

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