He wanted to touch her heart so he sent a romantic card.
Verse written by another
he couldn't get his word together.
She loved hand made love,
from the mind of her love.
Someone elses words spoke
the message was loud and clear,
she loved the verse,
but for the poet she thirst.
The card came
signed, sealed and delivered,
lovely envelope silvered.
She laid the card aside,
then took a long ride,
visited the closest spoken
word poets hangout.
The card fell on the floor,
when he entered the door.
No one was at home
there he stood alone.
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.
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
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Chanti Lace xoxo