Sure, if love knocks on your door, let them in for a cup of tea
Their fragrances linger Each one unique Carefully hand-picked By both of them After they get ready For school each morning Their scent chases them Up the stairwell And while their aroma Gently drifts through The house, my heart Fills with unspeakable joy Out the door they go Rushing off to school And as their fragrance... Continue Reading →
At that point he realized he needed to start reading books and changing his life. . . . . . So he did.
We withhold love from those who are different, those who are outside of our tribe.
"i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)