How precious Is he that stands In the door
chiseled smile with eyes of golden brown...
Love, is something that makes your heart dance.
It is something that makes you feel so high...
Impression left in yielding pillow
where hours ago her head gently lay...
The black sparrow
In the garden of sinful desire...
You were in my dream again. We were walking
near a pond, holding hands...
I manipulated the stars, In desperate fashion
braided ebony locks, allowing them to dazzle...
The evening is gone
The darkness makes little sound...
I love her
she...
The tiny freckles
clustered on your collar bone...
You are always on my mind,
theres no avoiding you...
Is pretty
beautiful...
Candle's were shimmering the night
an emotional fire burns within us...