To see her smile is to look at all the flowers of the world blossoming at once.
LEON MARSHTo see her smile is to look at all the flowers of the world blossoming at once.
LEON MARSHYour eyes are my favorite book where all of my comforts lie.
LEON MARSHTrees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.
LEON MARSHShe belongs to the sky for how her eyes sparkle like the stars reside in them.
LEON MARSHYou have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.
LEON MARSHYour hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.
LEON MARSHWe can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.
LEON MARSHYou remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.
LEON MARSHShe looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.
LEON MARSHI love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.
LEON MARSHI strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.
LEON MARSHYou got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.
LEON MARSHLove them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.
LEON MARSHShe is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.
LEON MARSHI don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.
LEON MARSHIt’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.
LEON MARSH