My aim each day is just to see your face,Hoping for your smile, a simple grace.I dream of chatting…
Picture perfectyou will be,despite the cracksyou can see.
I write my love songsand this is one of them,a torrent of energyflowing onto the page…
What is it about Beautythat stops us in our tracks?
Brought to England in Victorian times,buddleia languished in well-to-do gardens plotting her escape for…
A dewy skin maiden,her blushed face, a bright scarlet,a sparkling gown adoring her breast;and…