The blood in my Italian half seeks expression. My grandparents, Francesco and Rose Leonetti, were both fiery and romantic souls. I write this to 'Three Tenors'...
What worth are stars? I seek the source of your eyes
Destiny is in your arms
I can do nothing but surrender to the voice of my heart
My soul--my soul is a bird that sings on the wing
It wakes, alive, a brilliant thirst
My past is but a dry lake
My love an eternal spring reflected in your pools of light
This IS absolutely gorgeous! I am applauding...you
should be very proud of this one, it translates volumes
and is written in "old world" style...when love, desire, and
passion where exactly that! Excellent work!
You said it, Lady! Every phrase a drop of the purest distilled elixir of life! Toujours the Latins will be the most awesome lovers (sorry, guys!) and their blood runs in your veins. I would happily exchange body fluids with your source and this goes straight into my wishing well. Don't be surprised to see shadows from this bubbling up on my own page later: "I seek the source of your eyes"; "My past is but a dry lake" - you speak from the mighty depths of unfathomable and limitless resources here. This is soulfood, Linda. TY Kate xx
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This IS absolutely gorgeous! I am applauding...you
should be very proud of this one, it translates volumes
and is written in "old world" style...when love, desire, and
passion where exactly that! Excellent work!
Charming and emotional, veramente del cuore.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Beautiful, soulful work.
Blessings,
Joseph
Paul;-]
to have a direction. ;) I love that last
line.
love Tinka
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
M.Rose