A poem…love story…
She wore skillet blackChic as you goLanguage laughter An aura complete
A poem
Breeze chatterA time for reflection As the hibernating Nature of AllsSet sailTo new salt…
Contemplation. A poem.
The day we met, I closed my eyes, dreaming of our first date together.
After our first date, I closed my eyes to imagine a lifetime of you and me.
I close my eyes to relive our wedding day and the beauty we shared