Thursday, May 19, 2011

Metaphors

His name is Francesco. He is a man fearfully acquainted with the secrets of nature. His eyes like a morning dew at the tip of a bamboo leaf, twinkling as the early sunshine kisses its face. His breath, like December’s mist, cold but warm in comfort.


Whenever he takes me to his arms, the world gets smaller. In his arms the world is us.


His name is Francesco. And I am his. 





let me call you again with your name, the way you want me to.

10 reaction(s):

Eternal Wanderer... said...

well, so sino na ang tunay na haliparot sa atin, aber???

PAK!

lolz

shenanigans said...

inlove??

c - e - i - b - o - h said...

aaaaahhhmmmmm....

kilig much ito... hehehe...

at francis ang real name ko.. ching! papansin lang.. hihi..

^_^

Demonyitong Promdi said...

Italiano baga ang ombre?

Louie said...

Inlab na ang DB? =)

Mac Callister said...

uyyyyy!humaharot na din siya!hehehe

Juan der Last said...

*Kamot ulo*

Okay. All the best! Hehehe. :)

KikomaxXx said...

hahaha... Robin mabuhay... hahhaa.. wala akong ibang comment eh.. hahaha

Desperate Houseboy said...

Hay Francesco. Ikaw pala. hehe

kalansaycollector said...

yikeee. :) kaw na inlab!

 

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