Without a net
Dangling on a principle desire to achieve
A subversive need to see it through
Accomplish something timeless
That years can’t tarnish
And practicality can’t fade
Without a reservation
Seething with effort
Ripe with novel enthusiasm
No respite
Save the sovereign goal
Completion
Without a beacon
Boldly into the abyss
Eyes screaming
Fingers drumming
I will weave my tapestry
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Regis
Love Tinka
It feels contagious!!!
That's all you need. :) Save some room under there, for me...well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.