The angel you portray is like a fleeting shadow, just out of your reach; an ethereal beauty that floats by... alluding to promises of love. Lovely again, sweet Fee. Joy L. Hale
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
Sheila
hug
Kathy
Hugs,
Anna
Be always safe,
Karen
Axilea
Love ya face Hugs XOXOXO, Rose
of the dawning mist
~Felix~
The bliss that one feels
is evident in your poetry
Lady Vivian
Myrna