Homosexual touch

As planes of wilderness flow accross your vast heart would a beautiful flower grow there for me.
If a glass could hold a taste of your sweetest thoughts would my ear be sensitive enough to hear one. Clink
If our held breaths were still with originality and still move us to tears could you love this imagined cutting of Heather for good luck
Meadows of flowers could not compare to a moment that sparked my lifes love for you.