His heart is not an instrument for my supple fingers to strum sweet lips are not a sacrament of divine grace which to succumb. Advertisements
-By Linda Lee Lyberg I am a rock you cannot break Made of soft flesh and stone I am strong and will not forsake My thoughts and desires, my own
-By Linda Lee Lyberg They leapt into the pool, clinging to one another As the world around them burned and blazed They floated, tried not to drown or smother In the bitter ash and smoke filled haze.
The Knight -Linda Lee Lyberg He wears a coat of armor A uniform if you will Of maille and shining steel For deeds he must fulfill.