18th Century Love

Romanticize a scene it falls in endless dreams begin and then you see that what it is is all it will ever be crimson petals in a vase lace curtains rise, open windows open eyes kisses soft whispers cannot compete of how delicate a moment is with you leaves drop onto the ground cold cobblestones dusk drops upon us melting on our tongues such is Autumn until the second we must part I'll hold you tight here in the dark