like a melody spun from the heavens, her verses doth dance upon my heart, as Beabadoobee’s dulcet words weave tapestries of (love, sweet and tender) as a sonnet penned by time’s own quill. 🫙🪷

           fair love, thou art the softest melody that
           doth play upon the strings of mine heart.

         a gentle whisper carried by the breath
         of morn, as radiant as the golden sun
         that doth kiss the slumbering earth;
             
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                              rosy—ink. ! 2008's

in thine embrace, time itself
doth falter, for no hour is counted
when thy touch doth grace my
longing soul, nor doth the stars
shine brighter than the light that
dwelleth in thine eyes—wherein.

i see a love unyielding, a bond
unbroken, a dream that liveth
beyond the grasp of fleeting time.

    ✱. ardore-✉️   lovely           
         roséate.｜식. with beautiful words           
         ♡. "rose petals" talk to ink.           

           
☻. fairest bloom in garden bright, nd' smile doth shine as dawn’s soft light. thine eyes, like stars in heaven’s keep, doth wake my soul from slumber deep.

            ㅤ𝒊. thy laughter, sweet as
                   lark’s fair tune, doth charm my
                   heart ‘neath silver moon. 🪷🧷

é. shouldst thou but stay, my love would grow, like springtide’s breath on melting snow.

                                                           love-inked.