So many whispers
Hours of talk...
Love.. its what keeps me going..
it keeps me wondering during the day...
My husband makes me feel pretty
on days when my mirror...
Okay I admit it, I'm a hopeless romantic,
And surely that can't be helped, can it...
Love is a time machine
that entangles around your mind...
I was looking for a word I could not find
And when I finally found it...
Love like lace finds its way
deep inside this heart of mine...
If only they knew,
What we feel now...
The formation of love may
come in a hidden and...
His hands stretch, slide over the smooth ivory,
feeling her succumb under his will...
Why do I seek love?
The word sounds so plain...
Why do people always fail to see ?
the mysterious warmth of this feeling...