valentine
Food for thought
A POEM I WISH HE WROTE ME
Woman,
A mystery to man
But you, an open book and even better,
A mystery to the thirsty soul
I
For my heart aches to know you
To explore the depth of your being
My pleasure to patiently grow fond of...
Food for thought
A POEM I WISH HE WROTE ME
Woman,
A mystery to man
But you, an open book and even better,
A mystery to the thirsty soul
I
For my heart aches to know you
To explore the depth of your being
My pleasure to patiently grow fond of...