I was walking on the lake shore
And felt the pebbles beneath my feet
they were smooth and cool
and I was thinking of you
Your hand upon my cheek
Your kisses so sweet
The way you make my heart
Skip a beat
I stopped to skip a stone
Across the glassy water
But it sank, as it always does
And I smiled thinking
You would have teased me
I leaned down to pick up another stone
And much to my surprise
The stone was red and shaped like a heart
I closed my hand around it
And thought of you
How you hold my heart in your hand
So here I stand
A heart in my hand
You on my mind
And in my heart
I love you
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2011
This is exceptionally well-though out and well-written. I especially like the feeling of love that is apparent here, even though the object of your affection is not there with you. At time such as this the emotional surge of love grows even more intense.
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
A story set in 10 years time where two bodies are found in the river NITH in Dumfries, south west Scotland. One is a blind musician and police informant while the other is Poppy, a young girl. It brings Mark and Carla together with different views i
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