‘Besamos mucho
Besamos mucho Let us bathe in the quiet. You and I. The sun had gone and the moon is rising. And You and I. Alone by Lake St. Clair. Just us together… Continue reading
Besamos mucho Let us bathe in the quiet. You and I. The sun had gone and the moon is rising. And You and I. Alone by Lake St. Clair. Just us together… Continue reading
The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello… Continue reading
The shadows are dancing She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead. Your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city… Continue reading