The beat of my heart,
You feel agains, your breast,
As our souls, embrace together,
In a heavenly, display of lover's best
This is what true love is
Without it
it is not "true" at all
Reviewed by Faye Enno (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2002
Wonderful write!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2002
Yes William ... it appears that you have very much to be thankful for, and it comes through in your excellent poetry. Bill Murray.
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
Welcome to Hell on Earth, boys.
Andersonville POW camp...
Russell's battle-worn body looked defeated. He was a Union soldier; she was a Confederate nurse. But when Rosa looked into his eyes, she saw pure determination. He looked fo
You feel agains, your breast,
As our souls, embrace together,
In a heavenly, display of lover's best
This is what true love is
Without it
it is not "true" at all
Amor