I sit here looking at the burnt orange sunsetReflecting off the flat pondI am no painter with a brush and easelMy thoughts paint the sceneMy words col..
Have you ever thought of the sky, looking down at us and asking why?Why were we made?What was the purpose of man?How do we coincide?Do you think the s..
I want to serve younot as a servant to her Masterbut to a lover to whom she lovesLet me serve youas you lay down on silken sheetsin a scented room of ..
This is something that was not plannedThe moment you stood there and took my handI recall it well...T'was the day the first snow fellI was trembling i..