Guava trees

I don't see those guava trees today, neither the little white teak flowers but I see them as images somewhere at the back of my head every time I see my love, he creates me homesick even though he has no earthly connection to those images, I see them all through him, he makes me a hopeless romantic and a child I have long forgotten.

No revolution, emotional shipwreck, card games, magic, motorcycle, daisy chains, silk, marbles or your mountain nest and jasmine fields. Come with me!