I won’t give you my love or forgive and forget, but I do thank you.
He amazes me every day, that man of mine.
There has to be a new word, for an emotion beyond LOVE.
With empty pockets and empty headed dreams, I am free again. I skip on a train - no-one suspects…
a love poem
One Day, I’ll fall for youSweet and steadyLike a warm cup of chamomile.
I have heard your rustlings in the pre-dawn,when dreams & the present take turnsas my senses come alive and feel your womanly warmth.