Your Love

If I could fly with Angels, I’d still be here with thee
for standing by your side my love is where I want to be.
Like an island in loves ocean, your love embraces me;
caressing me from every side – a soothing touch to set me free.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
This entry was posted in Family, Life. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s