The supple crests
That break her form...
I'm worried about the flow of this one...
You, my love, are an array of serenades,
each floating gracefully into the next...
Wild hearts
Like a storm...
Sweet touch that holds
With your hands...
I can remember everything
As, it is in front of my eyes...
The way he touches me
The warmth of his kiss...
Lying in the grass together
We watch the stars twinkle in silky, black skies...
Definately not my best, but it's not horrible...
All day and all night I think of you
I say I love you, and you say I love you too...
The Mists Of Your Love!!!
The mists of your love that is my ecstasy...
No longer falling,
someone has caught me...