You are missed

If I were but the west wind,
I would follow you;
Cross a hundred hills to find your world of green and blue;

In your pine wood linger,
Whisper to you thereStories old and strange,
and finger softly your bright hair.

i love you by pE4K xx

very good +rep

-rep asked the new guy for a stella and he poured me a pint of straight foam

+rep still cute

+rep cute