In the mornings,
Right before the busyness of life begins,
Past lovers of the night hold hands.
They revel in the freedom of the brisk air,
And marvel at the sparkles in the sky.
They kiss passionately with the biggest stars
watching them.
Time is slowed.
Breathing is heavy.
Love is real.
It is in the mornings,
Right before the busyness of life begins,
That I believe in Love the most
when i read this i think i paris jus as the sun is rising....ahhh to be in love like that.
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