Blue eyes..
Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotions.It can create a strange prison for us. I hold her too… Continue reading
Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotions.It can create a strange prison for us. I hold her too… Continue reading
Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading