~He said I smell like wildflowers fresh after a storm screaming with scent as he gathered me close held me so sweet ~Told me when he thinks of me he see's the ocean............ feels the tug and pull ~Swears the gods took the sun and wove it through my hair to sparkle and shine, just for him ~And when he kisses me........... he claims my lips are as soft as clouds.......full and pouty with rain
Awww..This is just like you to make us smile with such a sweet poem..I haven't been here in forever it seems..Got lots of catching up to do...So today I start with you and and it was a good start.. I loved this one.. Hugs ~LL~
The way to love anything is to realize it might be lost. author unknown
lost in blue pages
oh Sea....wonderful....wonderful penned...and mmm....wish that I smell that way right now, but I only smell after the flu ..but as you see, can't stay away. but well tomorrow is another day...hope to reply on the others than.
ooopsss.... have I allready told you that I love this wonderful piece...excellent as always my friend