Don'T Talk To Me About Love Comments

Once the world was full of joy and summers kiss touched my brow and the evening’s laughter kept me from the sane but madding crowd.
Remember all the happy times and the friends and all that stuff, let me offer you now my deafened ears, don’t talk to me about love.

That night that swooned across that room. Our eyes they kissed and touched, sweet hazy bloom of one so soon, then tip toed through the lust.
...
Read full text