you
and me...
Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
love’s like an arrow
without connection it is...
Love lifts its head when young,
As there's nothing sweeter than "I love you" from...
when the sun rises
on these lemongrass mornings...
Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point. |
I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil. |
I am not a stranger |