Poetry

In the morning's gentle light, she gleams,
A vision of grace in my fondest dreams.
With eyes like stars and a smile so bright,
She fills my world with pure delight.
Her laughter, like a melody, sings,
Each note is a joy that my heart clings.
Her touch, a gentle breeze, so mild,
Calms my soul like a tranquil wild.

Civil Engineer with interest in digital currency

I so much want to relate to your muse. To have that one whose gentle touch would calm my soul. I have a longing for that.
500 $degen