Disarming. As the sun surely rises and sets, Amliv will steal your eyes and your heart. When around you can't help but feel her every breath and stare at the beauty she emits. When gone the world seems grey and dark. The warmth of the days first light no longer matters. Dreams seem to steal more than give. And the night is dark as a crow's feather.
I miss you Amliv.
by GRODY BOT March 01, 2010