Because I love you

October 7, 2017

Bliss.

The sweet smell of daisies and cinnamon

float through the air.

Butterflies, dancing in the stomachs of the happy couple.

Hand in hand, they walk s l o w l y

through the green vines hanging from the trees.

Enjoying each other's company, is just pure bliss.

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