Lex2cute13

The day of lovers, Lover's past, In remembrance of our dear st. valentine, Is where thy story takes place, None to simple, yet none to complicated, It started on a dreamy winter day. The sun a shine, He looked divine, As if the beauty of the day was created by his beauty alone, But no, the beauty of the day was created by my dearly beloved saviour, And no other could recreate it, This is the same for the beauty in front of my eyes. I sit await on this monotonous day, And then he caught my eye, His eyes unlocked my soul, And he took me prisoner with but a short gaze, With that I was awoken, No longer did the day seem mundane, Everything seem