Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
He tried the rusted key in the antique lock and though it met resistance, he heard the tumblers shift and there inside the metal box lay a cracked porcelain heart.
As the sunset races across the lush lawn, he knows the time will soon come when he will hold her in his arms. A gentle breeze whispers through the cypress trees, as he sets the dinner table with hope she is pleased. Two luminous… Continue Reading “J’attendrai”
gone in exile without the one who kissed me all over- broken sunflower © Chèvrefeuille
Time, so precious here and now in the winter of my life as I ponder what I’ve done and what I’ll leave behind
I only want to ease your heart for you to see I’ll never part I will seek your delicious lips on which I’ll place a tender kiss ne’er to depart
If I could I would paint the gleaming sky with your lovely eyes so everyone would know how precious is your soul
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