ok, 3-4-1.

what it is.

He has no idea what it is he has done to me.
He is the muscles in which my smiles are formed.
He is the reason my movements have become so smooth.
He is the music which drowns my pain.
He is the man i never thought i'd meet.
He is the man i feared never exsisted.
He is the muse in which my mind uses to express
its utt most intelligence.
Only if he knew what it is he has done to me,
than might he know how to keep me.


his favorite one.
♥.


peace.
- fresh.