They could show me the rivers of paradiseit would be nothing if your love ceased to flowThe cool of the palm trees would not ease the burningoasis of ..
Poet of My HeartPoet of my heartWhose poetry is penned byFlickering candlelightWith ancient quill dipped inScarlet ink of passions sighPoet of my hear..
Lake of DreamsEvening and I draw closer to mypearly lake of dreamsI listen alert as a foxfor that indefinable somethingtrying to capture by breathingi..