A word to the wise for writers...
A romantic summer night
What good is liberty without the ones you love?
Blessed? be the tie that binds
Letting go of the memories
Through tears and laughter, together they'll greet tomorrow...
Can you find the hidden message in the title of this poem?
"The Alphabet of Our Love" written in Alpha Beta, a poem in which each line begins with a consecutive letter of the alphabet
The hands on the clock move in only one direction.
The last leaf must fall....