If I can confess my love for Isis Love, the world would be greener. If I can admit my love for her perfect breasts
, the sun would be sweeter. If only i could admit to her face, you Isis Love, are the best. No other shines my heart so warmly, the winters have all gone. Every single one of them don't stand a chance. My Belladonna
, my August
. The masterpiece is for you only never to be shared by another. If we could only dance once, my bedroom would be our floor and your sweat would be my nectar. From the tender aged teen
you've grown to the fully bloomed violet in my garden. For your eyes to read these lines, would make me tremble. For your mouth to respond would make shake. For your approval i would sing with the bells of my new found light, my ever Isis Love (also known as Iris Love).