Do not say we never loved just because we never kissed.
Poetry is my cup of tea.
But home had changed... and so had she....
All paths are filled with their own measure of joy and sorrow. Choose it by faith, and walk it the same way.
I love the time of day when all is still...
My other brother stuck some yuck in you know where
And of some, have compassion, making a difference.
I'm puzzled---Yet in saying nothing, you tell me everything I need to know.
How does the rain make you feel?