Larry, poet and lover, reading the lines of your poem I cannot but visualize that painting about "The birth of Venus" you describe your Venus like an observer, not with your eyes but with your soul, not making apologies nor regretting to have given us a peek.
This one my friend, is one of the most tender ones you have offered.
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
Loved this passionate offering.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Edwin
Newfie hugs, Rose
This one my friend, is one of the most tender ones you have offered.
Georg