I hate Jelsa

Such a frightful depth of heart... A heart that chimes in the sweet softness your eyes comfort with, When you look at me the way you do: Dreamily holding your hand, We walked the road that lined the creamy coastline sands, The sunset held melodic winds playing hushingly with the pine tinsels' glitter. And as it grew darker, My hand caressed your face as I looked into your blue eyes... The heavens benignly took a breath, the scenery paused; Still, the lightning slowly flashes... Behind a wall, ‘neath its sheets of shadows near the sea shore, In peaceful darkness, we listened to the ocean's rhythmic melody. Watching little boats' lights swaying to those ancient but unheard tunes, We had the fortune of holding each other in warm eternity, For moments to be remembered every day... In each other's arms, we shared cocktails after twelve. The first night, walking up the low lit hill of the small town. Quietly, the church showed itself as we looked down at Jelsa. We turned to find each others' eyes and knew we hated the place, For our kiss could not fade the fate of two lovers parting: Instead, it faded away the doubts about an ethereal love we shared And made the mark on our soft little hearts that still burns to this day. Because I miss you, honey... and I hate Jelsa(joking)! Hehehehehe! =) =* Love you... =) =* *HHHUUUGGGG!* lol... =)

CuldeSac

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