We will meet where the Clinton River reaches the Lake St. Clair. (April is poetry month and this is new poetry twenty-five.) I told you when we were just babies in heart. Where… Continue reading
Forget me not 1- She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be there, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. 2- I remember… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched,they burn the heart till death allows you to escape.Beautiful woman dance in my memory.Sweet gifts from tender hearts held… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive, and… Continue reading
