Love, hugs and breathing Posted on March 24, 2015 by storytellher Reply Love for him was when he hugged her as tight as possible And yet not tight enough for his heart’s longing Photo courtesy: Google Images
Love not something Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher Reply Her love. His straitjacket. Photo courtesy: Favim
Love and alcohol Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher 1 Her heart needed warmth. His mind old monk. Photo courtesy: Favim
Slave of love Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher Reply Her heart slaved on his feelings. Every day and every night. Fondly she called it love. Fondly she called it memories Photo courtesy: Google Image
Imagination and love Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher Reply Her love shivers with anticipation as his words weave in her imagination Photo courtesy: Favim
Lullaby and eyes Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher Reply Her eyes, his lullaby. His sleep, her melody. Photo courtesy: Google Image
First love Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher Reply They waited for each other, waited for the classes to end. To catch a glimpse of each other, to catch each other’s presence. First love. Photo courtesy: Google Images
Kiss you can’t miss Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher Reply Her heart raced, eyes closed as her mind wandered with excitement. As her lips met his, everything became still, frozen yet enchanting. Their first kiss. Photo courtesy: Google Image
He-She and eyes Posted on November 23, 2012 by storytellher Reply He looked at her with anger, he looked at her with pride. How does it matter, at least he looked at her, all right. Photo courtesy: Daily Mail