We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handled with
delicate hands.
Anticipating expansion,
while we played like kids,
laugh like old friends.
Love was on reserve.
His smile was infectious.
His dimples, imprinted in my mind.
Emulating his smile like it was mine,
all mine.
I knew him when love was foreign
and a touch meant nothing.
And nothing became something.
And somethings meant everything.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
