Come to me, come to me, sweet love, in spring when daffodils bloom and ice floes melt into clear clean streams by our soft bed of moss in the glen.
Come to me, come to me, sweet love, in the heat of the summer sun, where trees bow their heads in a canopy shading us on the soft grassy lawn.
Come to me, come to me, sweet love, as fall's rich scents fill the air where brilliant leaves whisper above us and crunch neath our blanket below.
Come to me, come to me, sweet love, as crisp winter snows swirl outside and the glow from the fire is matched by our own on the rug, come to me, sweet love.
Book 2 of the romance trilogy Horses of Tir Na Nog
Life for CJ, and Shawn, has taken on new meaning and a wonderful turn. Never in a million years did CJ think she could be this happy. With her new husband and closest friends in tow, she’s bound
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