Soft as the clouds above me.. and a Beautiful Tosha Hill song.

Soft as the clouds above me, I told her.

(Soft as the clouds, she was my dear Sheena.)

Once upon a miracle. I rested on the cloud of kindness, a  blessing of dear and dear love.

Late September on a warm Germany night.

Upon her breasts I rested my head against and I listened to her heartbeat.

A beautiful song, I could hear and I held her tightly and she sang a Scottish Lullaby to me.

“You promised me kisses,

you promised me a lifetime of romantic dances and

you promised me forever.

I told you, if you promise  a Scottish girl,

only death can separate the love, my dear love.

A Scottish gal heart,

loved rarely, loved fiercely.

And when broken,

can be the Devil kiss goodbye.”

She caressed his hair and his face and she told him.

Please don’t make promises of forever dear Johnnie,

if you will escape in the night.

Don’t say nothing if your words are meaningless and

just lies to steal kisses and embrace.

A Scottish girl can be sweet as a angel and if you brake her heart.

A siren to kill your soul. Please no useless words, please no useless attempts.

If you love me. I will give you everything and everything, demand payment.

Can you love me Johnnie?

I told dear Sheena, I love you more than my own life.

Please stay with me and be my wife.

We will make many babies and I will love you forever.

she smiled and she told him, yes. Knowingly, a soldier word can mean,

so damn little.

Coyote