At a glance, he is beautiful, but when he holds my gaze he is so much more than a single word is capable of describing.
He is deep and dark not an open book nor easily read. Not deceptive nor playing a part.
At a glance, he is beautiful, but when he holds my gaze he is so much more than a single word is capable of describing.
He is deep and dark not an open book nor easily read. Not deceptive nor playing a part.
Scribblings of Curiosity 