”Last night I dreamed of you, my lover And the wind blew through the window and blew off the covers Of my lonely bed, I woke to something you said That it’s better to have loved, yeah it’s better to have loved”🎶
🔥🔥 We found each other hungry, and we bit each other as fire bites... leaving wounds in us. Wait for me. Keep for me your sweetness. I will give you too a rose.🌹~Pablo Neruda