Even the stars get lonely at night.
AMANDA KARCHEven the stars get lonely at night.
AMANDA KARCHTell me your bones ache for me just as mine do.
AMANDA KARCHHere I am: a sight to behold.
AMANDA KARCHIt’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.
AMANDA KARCHYour eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.
AMANDA KARCHLook at our story: It is enduring.
AMANDA KARCHTo leap or to fall: that is love’s question.
AMANDA KARCHOur love is that light up every room star.
AMANDA KARCHWrite me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck.
AMANDA KARCHConstricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.
AMANDA KARCHWhat is a home if it isn’t waking up next to you?
AMANDA KARCHOur love cannot be contained within a photograph.
AMANDA KARCHTied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.
AMANDA KARCHTell me I’m your one and only because no matter how many times you say you love me, I will never tire of hearing it.
AMANDA KARCHA year ago we battled atoms to see each other – spaced apart but still so close together in heart.
AMANDA KARCHWe may be sweet but that is no invitation for taste.
AMANDA KARCH