Sometimes love is in the air, even though one is not there. This poem is fictional I guess....It's Valentines and it just came to mind.
There's love in the air, I want to be there. I'd love to be kissing, but my bodies missing. Yes I do promote, and try hard not to gloat.
Our loves out of reach, but, it still serves to teach. It keeps my mind open, as I go on coping. There are many possibilities, some may show their hostilities.
Truly I do care, I want to make this clear. This should be no surprise, my feelings I do not disguise. I told you I love you this way, so there's nothing else too say.
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Regis
Blessings,
Joyce B...
but my bodies missing <------Brilliant, Grady, kinda sums up heaps...
Love,
CJ