I fight my way up from the depths
And your passion pulls me back again
I clear my head
And your sweet words breath clouds of emotion
Over my mind and reason
Loving you has taken away my senses
Made me a fool to love
Standing here on this corner of my life
Mumbling to myself
My shopping cart filled with dreams
The only thing between me and the street
The street that leads to nowhere
But once again you pull me into your arms
And the world makes sense again
I’m rich
And for a few blissful moments
I understand it all
...that crazy little thing called "love" - and aint it wonderful?! Passion and pain in equal parts! You've penned the most excellent thesis on what libraries of books have tried to express down the centuries - in just 17 lines: had hoped to say 14, and therefore a sonnet - but, nah!! That would just be TOOOOO perfect!! Hope you're feeling beautiful and energised today, Ms Hess, on the back of what I wrote and you reviewed yesterday... and I won't take "No" for an answer!! LOL Kate xx
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
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
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Best wishes for many more blissful moments
Written with a 'depth' of conviction - well-penned!!
Best wishes,
Robert