The gentle sway of the grass. The pressed flowers you gave me, the leaves flutter through your wind sweeped hair. Your sun kissed lips bite into the sweet, ripe apple as the honey pools in your eyes twinkle. You take my hand, kissing me. Two maidens undoubtedly in love
The gentle sway of the grass. The pressed flowers you gave me, the leaves flutter through your wind sweeped hair. Your sun kissed lips bite into the sweet, ripe apple as the honey pools in your eyes twinkle. You take my hand, kissing me. Two maidens undoubtedly in love