My memories reflect an image that was so long ago, a look that captures essences and held its dream in a look,
A moment that held times clock for a second as it took a mans breath away,
A profound once thought that was remember throughout the ages, and yet I said once beauty looking amongst my picture album alone,
As the day’s role by, I set along by a fire place, remembering the loves of my life, none was good enough, and none held me,
I was said waiting for the perfect man, waiting to be loved, as I watched love pass me by,
In words I held once in thought, in a day, that has taken me to here,
An aged woman with gray hair a mirrored look that does not reflect who I once was and an escape back into yesterday,
I consume my wine, so that I may not remember 50’s time, so that I may not remember a fools thought’s. And so that I may not see my looking glass looking back at me,
An hour glass figured, lips to be desired, and a walk that stopped minutes, says only once beauty,
As it whispers beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Blod Ties - Fantasy, Romance. Romantasy? A bit of whimsy for the weekend. A naive British tourist John Gormley takes a holiday in the ancient, remote kingdom of Perarboria. He does not suspect that his holiday love affair with a local beauty is desti
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