you are what has been missing in my life
and trust
and all that is real and un-real
how you've become my othello..
and how i've become your isabelle..
how time has stood still..
TUUG.. you are the words of a poem yourself..
you are like the greasian urn..
that palatable moment of grape meeting tastebuds
that burst of juices
that solemn moment when you know nothing could be better
JUST A POEM I MADE 4 U XALAY
