I love you Beautiful. If God gave me that chance. I'd choose you. A million men could come calling. Courting, swaying, wooing and receive a courteous no but I would choose you. You are the love of my life. My angel. I choose you.
sometimes I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase and almost always miss one another, but once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of there eclipse. The Sun and The moon as lovers