You’re what I call forbidden fruit. A little bit sweet, and kind of savage. You do my world no good. But I feel better when I’m with you. My eyes once monochrome, has now become full with aray of colors. Where does my time go when I’m thinking of you? Where does my once blurry world go, now that I can see clearly. To me, I was once a dead thing cast of like a leopard. But with your welcoming, warm smile, and gentle heart, and kind love, you raptured me into your arms and into a love I did not know exist. What do you say when I’m not around? Where does your heart take you when I’m not by your side. Hopefully to me. Hopefully.
- Letter of Love's Outcast