Mr Mousa AKA lost my wings's blog: "my own sins, but no regrets"

Be sure who was upon the time my love
Be sure that I am the spring of all your roads
I am the school of your lessons
I am the sun of your beautiful morning
I am the moon of your romantic nights
I am the spring of your roses
I am the summer which gave the colure of your caramel skin
I am the autumn which your hair tresses felled for
I am the winter which took its warmth of your breaths
Trust me that I am the only one who know you
That I craved your thoughts
And I shaped your personality
I am… I am…. I am…
I said it too much
But if I was all that for you
Trust me and be sure
That you are my eve which I left heaven for
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