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 ...
Thursday, December 04, 2008
When the wind...
When the wind brushed up against my soul and your love suddenly took a hold. Something happened from deep inside. My heart began to beat erratically, my soul to dance ecstatically at just the thought of you. Day by day the joy overflowed, you touched my spirit and you wouldn't let it go. When the wind brushed up against my soul and your love suddenly took a hold, that when I knew I fell for you...
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