Dellucci.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume.

September 6, the beginning of a new us.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

( Made with Carrd )