Mood with purple color ...

It's a bloody flower, at your finesse Adam's gaze and will not notice the hazy humidity that still today airtight on its leaves freshly. Eve's eyes, with a disguised interest, aesthetically appreciated, too ignorant, finally decided for them to be today adam power and colorful longings. I blazed and I get it! I appreciated afterwards your blossom fine on rose haza, in which, I felt, was a secret. I hardly drowned in the dark pool, despair awoke instead of fright. And I sensed your soul! They merged with mine.