It’s not that I don’t love you every day.
It’s not the first time you’ve heard the words.
It’s not the gifts, or the flowers, or the chocolates
although all of those, you deserve. Read More
It’s not that I don’t love you every day.
It’s not the first time you’ve heard the words.
It’s not the gifts, or the flowers, or the chocolates
although all of those, you deserve. Read More
The world has lost a tuneless melody
the whisper on the wind
the bird who flies without sight
because she’s guided from within. Read More