As I rest my tired chin on your hands
rest your soul to the pout of my lips.
Close your eyes and tilt your head
for my eyes shall watch over you.
Listen to my tormented soul
as I listen to your lost ...
Twigs burning two souls into a shadow
dancing with kisses in the meadow
blazing passion over a bonfire
away from children’s laughter.
Chestnuts brazed over flames of delight
feed memories of love thr...
They say seeds only grow
what they are except for love.
Love is a seed that grows
roses or blues in morrows.
It doesn’t matter what you saw
you can’t tell what you will sow.
Care is a hoe with kindne...