The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
Just words.. Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses I have… Continue reading
Just words for you….. Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses… Continue reading
Autumn leaves.. I remember the September Indian Summer, I remember the warm sun touching my face. I remember you. We entwined our hands and we walked by Lake St. Clair. I loved your… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
Dear Katy. Thank you dear Katy for the song. I do appreciate.