Sonnet 17 I do not love you as if you were the saltrose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and … more →
Kissa Krumeluunorkku wrote 3 months ago: Sonnet 17 I do not love you as if you were the saltrose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fi … more →