in rowan's arms you lay, early morning because your souls like the sunrise more than anything. lazy kisses shared, tracing your fingertips over your bare skins.

rowan thinks for a second before pulling you closer and pressing a kiss on your forehead, his undpoken thought lingering on the air.

"you're going to say something"

you voice.

"hm, what?"

he gets out of wherever his gaze stilled at.

"what's on your mind?"

"nothing, baby."

"tell me"

he lets out a soft sigh as he kisses your forehead again, absentmindedly rubbing your shoulder.

"make up a stanza, love, I'll continue."