You and me... thirst and water:*

Avalanches of warm affections are covering this heathen filth beneath, reminder that tender and gentle are not only abstract sensations designated for poets of old. Soft variations of me are on a high rise, evaporating all former ruin somewhere else, out of sight. Sympathy on this baby face, sparkle in these eyes of blue, smile from within… all of this just because of a mere thought of you. Every season is a season for love;)

Time smells different now, for the next best thing is you. How can you be complete without me? And… why should I have a name without you? You and me, thirst and water;)

Come, claim me… own me… before someone else does;)