Forget being in Love
Dream of Love
And I ‘ll appear unto you
A mystical illusion
Come smell a Rose
Which bare no promises
Pick from the vines of heartache
A Rose that will tell you no lies
I am
The Valentine of honesty
Brush against my soul in your dreams
Only to awaken by the prick of a thorn
Fore warning you
Copyright 2008
This is so beautiful of love!! Though I am seriously late...These words reflect a true depth of real love beyound the physical elelemtns of love's caress...
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Axilea
Blessings,
Joyce B.