Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, February 04, 2008

The music

The music heard loudest, when your head is on my heart. The song of the soul gives the melody its start, the words simply sung consist of only three, the one that says how much you mean to me. ... I love you!

1 comment:

Mark said...

I love your thoughts.