Those were the good days, my friend.
Those were the good days, my friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds.… Continue reading
Those were the good days, my friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds.… Continue reading
Gypsy heart.. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to discover laughter… Continue reading
Regards to a old memory.. I know love is never fair and sweet memory can turn sour. Love need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same… Continue reading
Her garden.. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Blue eyes.. A blue eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her too tightly.Then I don’t hold… Continue reading