Sometimes it’s a form of love

Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

My love and passion for you grows

My love and passion for you grows with each passing day; The thought of your gorgeous face takes my breath away; Those lotus eyes fill my heart with joy and happiness; Those hands I like to hold, luscious lips I love to kiss; And feel your long dense hair doing black magic!