The tiny taks of my pen bring me joy As my ideas flow from my shaky hands.My mind does race with thoughts of many a ploy,I must meet that bound to mee..
Dear Love, Tis ashame that we have To be apart right at thisMoment, for I am lonely,And I know for a dying factThat you must be too.Just alone.All alo..
Pull at the heart strings of many a far,So they will remember your work and name. Go my child of light, tell them who you are. I understand shyness so..