So lacey were the thoughts Were there ways they could be bought Did you weave them just that way Who tended them Now woven to a sigh A heart saw and cried A love held close An eye watched and shed Tears for all Had something we loved died????
(big hugggssssssss) Oh Paul, this is heartfelt, sweet friend, I hate the thought of something dying and I hope this doesn't relate to you as it has to me before, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Paul, thank you for sharing!
May love and light always shine upon you!
Love, Noah Eaton
Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story
Never close enough