Roses are red my love.
Roses are red my love.. It is late October day, and the days of Winter are here. I sing alone to the early morning. Roses are red my love and violets are blue.… Continue reading
Roses are red my love.. It is late October day, and the days of Winter are here. I sing alone to the early morning. Roses are red my love and violets are blue.… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest… Continue reading
Kiss me and say hello.. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so.… Continue reading
The maiden of Summer… Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
Monday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Lovely is.. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissed my face on a Summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing… Continue reading
Please come to me on a summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a summer day. We can drink the summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
You were never my love. She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading