Saturday morning sun shines And beautiful blue skies You and I, you and I... Early A.M. we walk Our favorite French place - welcoming and open arms Une noisette, aux céréales, du pain We sit outside and chat about life I lean my head on your shoulder Still amazed at my luck Your response; a …
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An Irishman
A fog drifts from The Cliffs of Moher Blanketing the land with a mist - a mysterious allure So green and lush velvet-esk; - imaginary touch A sight that can only be seen from high above And when the spoken word of storytellers, poets and such, - mesmerizing imaginations Wizardry; the enchantment of leprechauns Myth …
When Wont It Matter
I can be an after thought a chain reaction glimmer in your eye hitting the nail on the head...clairvoyant imposter it doesn't truly matter all that much - to me What is thought or spoken - love has no boundaries the exception, not being reciprocated - virtuous whore Especially when the world around us is …
You Once Said…
Starlight gleaming candles burn so softly casting silhouettes lovers lean in lips touch gingerly... sweet song plays quietly in the background perfection in each breath glance kiss no need to step away no need to hesitate you once said luck had nothing to do with it we earned one another... Our truth is captured in …
Trilby Yates 