Tonight my lady of love I shall call you My prima-ballerina Because gracefully Your love has flowed Like a beautiful ballerina And danced my heart Into a state Of beat-skipping ecstasy
Prima-ballerina Dance your whispers Upon my earlobes And let them whisper That forever will your love Give dance unto my heart
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
Very nice, Hart!
Gina
~Peace
Reindeer
in this flight of fancy poem!
The graphic is gorgeous, too!
You are so endearing with your wonderful loving creations, thank you for sharing.
warm hugs
Elga
sueb
In my eyes one of the best ways to express deep and passionate feelings. I love it.
Very well written.
Gorgeous things!
Thanks for review on
"Sissy"!
I better take some dance sessions. So I can elegently whisper unto you.
You are the master in matters of the heart!!
Love Tinka
Let no-one put you two usunder ever.,.