Paint it in the Stars
Wilde, Auguste
There are those who love, and there are those who love hopelessly, intimately, exotically, and infinitely. Those who have not experienced those kinds of loves, have not loved Wildely. The type of love that engulfs your heart and sets your soul ablaze on a pyre of memories and soft caresses. The love where you lay down your sword at the feet of oblivion and kiss the rising sun as it cycles over top, heating and cooling, while the breeze floats ...
