Repeatedly she made sacrifices for you, Put aside her needs just to meet yours, Goes out of...
A poet will treasure their pen The ink is a blend of lover's tears Happy or sorrow...
She’s a temptress A teaser A Delilah of darn right devilment Her misbehavior of...
We all have the desire to create, aspire to envision to bring to life and create.
Sylvia loves her silver patent leather pumps She is a lovely little ballerina Her laced up...
A blank canvas A brush and a dish A pot of paint but what colour will I choose?...
Chalk Farm, Northen Line Chaldecot, the Anglo-Saxon word for Cold Cottage, oh old...
What are you!? —To me?
If you are nothing Then you’re everything. Or you’re...
My middle marvellous Granddaughter That’s our Emily Grace you know Well nowadays at twelve...
When you see a ray of sunshine, a glimmer of hope, let it in
Feel the warmth...
The pleasure, or the pain ? The gain of the game ? From where ? He mused. As, he reflected on options...
He is an old romantic Romeo She is his Juliet With only one thing on his mind right now...
My story told is one to behold bold fearless not seemingly cold
my story told...
She, thought, the world was him. Well, for a time. Whenever he did not irritate her. He, thought, what all...
i will forever love the lights in darkness crisp morning air mixes with smoke flushed, hot...