Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Friday, June 09, 2006
My heart was yours ....
Freezing the moments, in my field of dreams , the tighter
I close my eyes the more of you i see.
Each breath taken, each step we made, brings our love ever closer,
to soothe the heart of ache.
Loving you more then you could know,the seeds of love continue to grow.
Bouncing bets a floral display, fragrance the fields with a new day.
The mind travels, to far away lands, to the clouds in the heavens,
where our love began.
Your my good morning and my goodnight, you are the love, that holds me tight.
Kisses I give you, my heart was yours, our life began anew, when we dared to explore.
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