He’s my muse.
My sunshine in a world that’s grey sometimes.
He’s my talker.
My listener.
My laugher and dreamer.
My adventure maker.
And the words that would describe my love for him… have’nt been invented yet.
And I doubt they ever will be.
He’s my muse.
My sunshine in a world that’s grey sometimes.
He’s my talker.
My listener.
My laugher and dreamer.
My adventure maker.
And the words that would describe my love for him… have’nt been invented yet.
And I doubt they ever will be.