He has a way of looking at you. Like he knows something that you do not. He knows that you want to know what it is, these things he perceives, but does not say. The unnerving way of looking at you, sizing you up, getting the complete picture of you in his mind, without ever leaving his eyes on you for long.
A way of showing you a half smile, more a smirk really, Reiterating that knowing look in his eyes, that tells you that he already knows, the answer to the question he has just asked you. He knows you are going to try to get out, of giving him that answer, and he is ready to use your reluctance against you, skillfully.
I don't believe in ghosts, but you paint a beautiful picture of ethereal love carried out through the seasons of the year at a place seaside and mysterious.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Amor
Ron
peace be with you
William
Regis
budd