Drops tenderness

Now they are melting drops tenderness remaining on my skin and they are still dancing the sounds of memorable splendor with their breath they draw lead relentlessly to near danger and the tears lean they burn with profound unhappiness fingers collect the rest with deep courtesy and with love they risk to disintegrate without tenderness now they are feasting pouring airy with pirouette landscape stretches they draw the ultimate inevitability passionately galloping they enter with deep longing but they dictate to us to accommodate in our hearts this tenderness ...