Lost. That’s how I called it.
In your arms where I found peace
the longing of your embrace
I couldn’t resist.
Lost. Is such a lovely word.
If thats how I define the world
it is simply you my love
end of story.
Lost. I wanted it to be like that.
If it means loving you each day
then losing myself with you
is all I will ever be and I don’t want to be found.
(Photo taken: From my Egypt Travel last December 2014)