youngmanandoldsoul: When I kiss you I am lost, or is it that I’m found? My feet shoot roots beneath the rocks to fix me to the ground. Never to float away again, a captive to your tide. No more to wonder in the wind, without you by my side. My love,

youngmanandoldsoul: When I kiss you I am lost, or is it that I’m found? My feet shoot roots beneath the rocks to fix me to the ground. Never to float away again, a captive to your tide. No more to wonder in the wind, without you by my side. My love,

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