(2015)
The days half done, but days light…
By virtues claim I make. Never a prude in vain I say. Be glad for I too seek a seed, a seed burrows below me you see. A witty-winch numbers great, on pale note they twist their fates. A...
Mornings light pierces through a cracked pane, quickly envelopes her cold essence shiver. Whilst neither comforting nor consoling a flame made good its promise, as the fireplace g...
Her minds a dazzlement of true petals brilliant perfection, spirited heart oh lead me to her trails direction. Her beauty carried by this woman’s strength stands dauntless, never wilti...
Thee cry for peace yet wrecked with hate. This feeble crowd doust fake cruel pain. His people shalt win this day, by Gods design makes true their fate. Victims of deceit by dawns early ...
His shallow expression denotes clear indignation, unnoticed by her rosy complexion. Her eyes filled by his charms, so craftily wrought, her minds blinded by what cannot be, by this...
Sun warmed sand crushes below delicate feet stepping, while soft waves push breezes that envelope this raven-haired beauty... a careless being not bothered, seemingly amiss her smile sh...
Leaves fall from a brightened sky,…
Echoes whisper around while we wai… Echoes teach us how valuable our f…
A Christmas wish should be simple… Cast away doubt, free your hearts… A child’s wish is innocent, promis… Make it simple I implore your wis…
The fragrant scent of Brunello’s fills the air, as the setting Tuscan Sun broke upon the brute, and the young lady fair. A toast conveyed by his best, too hurried while those gather ne...
Too difficult for his eyes not to fall, whilst his dark haired beauty troubles not to sleep at all, his wrecked heart makes true it’s pain, from earlier he captured her Angelic refrain....
Sleep well and throw a kiss my way. I will return it soon, on pain of death I swear I make. A promise I made, never to break. A kiss from you is worth it’s weight. I return it soon plea...
Her troubled past pretends redress. Callous cares have exposed her heart, while her conscious feigns deep distress. What future holds? asks a troubled heart, as her soul mourns less, w...
Her litter wait on panted breath w…