Keanumoreira

"You linger like the smell of rose; the things that haunt and chill and close, The rain that pours and floods like this… The weakness of sweet Summer’s kiss Desire hot that burns within, and makes you writhe beneath your skin The feel of lips that say goodbye Linger sweet kiss! A hollow cry. I beg to hold your beauty near Pray lovers’ love, but cry the tears For all these things I cannot do - Here’s one sweet Summer’s kiss for you." - Robert Frost