Sometimes The swirl of a brush stroke can appear to be that of a rose And YOU whose petals I can never touch whose fragrance I can never intoxicate myself with Were my rose The rose whose thorn stays embedded in my heart A constant reminder of this pain and passion My blood as red as YOU My Rose
This was written with pain and passion...nice job. The emotions are very crisp. I checked out your website. You should post "I Myself Believe In Rain". I thought it to be excellent Welcome to Passions!
It's not the love you fear, but the fall from the height~Edwin McCain
Thank you all for your beautiful words. I was feeling a little down this morning. Thanks for the uplifting Rosemary, if you or anyone else for that matter, would like to visit my homepage just click on the little house above this box. that will take you there Thank you all again.