The time has come for me to lay aside the roses of my yesterdays, Place those faded flowers of long ago where they belong, Securely pressed within the pages of bittersweet memories. Only then can I appreciate a living rose's velvet crimson petals, Inhale their sweet, pungent fragrance, And even risk pricking my finger upon its thorns.
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
Book 3 f of the Horses of Tir Na Nog Romance trilogy
CJ’s dreams continue, as she finds herself back at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. First, seeking protection for Rachel, then, the entire Sisterhood. (Actually, make that Sisterhoods; as there wil
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